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Chapter 1 [IKYLHT]

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Ghost’s initial impression of you was not necessarily a fond one.

Admittedly, he was pushing down a scoff long before the humvee even entered the far side of the compound.

So when Shepherd’s slow drawl crackled over the comms, he resigned himself to letting his frustration fester deep under his skin.

“Marines are loading in now. You and the Sergeants are leading the way on this.”

“The Sergeants?”

“Sergeant ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Gunnery Sergeant ‘Rabbit”

He held back a groan.

Not these two.

Now Ghost hadn’t minded Soap’s presence in Verdansk, he could hardly remember Johnny if he’s being completely honest. It was years ago, and if you’d told him he worked with over 50 soldiers in that month alone he wouldn't bat an eye.

It was your callsign that had pushed forward the memories of the man- hours of incessant rambling to Price about the mission you’d just come back from, updates about an ankle injury, and just about anything else he could think of. Ghost was almost surprised the Captain contently sat through it all, but he always had been a patient man.

Narrowly avoiding the elbows of your comrades shuffling off the humvee, you spot your superior from your seat next to Johnny, averting your gaze to grab his outstretched hand and drop the small distance to the ground, patting his shoulder with a smile as he turns to the lieutenant.

“Let’s get ourselves a win, yeah, L.t.? Save ya’ a seat, sir.”

Watching the man’s dark eyes brush past Johnny’s shoulder and onto your frame, you give a nod and shout, “Lieutenant, sir!”, before following Soap’s quick steps as he loads onto the heli.

Following you and Johnny’s retreating forms, he sighs out through his nose and feels his eyebrows furrow. You fist-bump each soldier you pass, all smiles and laughs as you say something that gets the soldiers talking.

Fucking hell.

“Ghost- you copy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Any issues?”

“Negative, sir. Out here.”

Buckling yourself in, you watch him walk up the ramp and settle into the seat across from Johnny.

“Nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I serve as this unit’s operations chief, please let me know if there’s anything I can assist you with. I go by Rabbit, sir.”

Ghost swears he feels his blood pressure rising, but stomps it down best he can and huffs a breath under his mask.

He knows it’s irrational- there really is no reason for the irritation your introduction brings him, especially when your job is centered on keeping the unit well-tempered, but he’s tired. Tired of unpacking his duffle only to be called back to base mere hours after returning to the subsidized accommodation he calls home.

He really is a sweet man. Despite his cold exterior and intimidating reputation, he was hardly ever mean with his words. Curt, maybe. Brief, blunt, clipped- all fine words to describe the man but never mean. Enough missions with him- hearing the petnames roll off his tongue when dealing with hostages, feeling the gentleness of his hands as he patches bullet wounds, seeing the way he gladly takes the bedroll by the open window to ensure his comrades aren’t harrassed by the winter breeze- one may come to believe he was actually the kindest soldier among the squadron.

So he keeps his tone level.

“Anything else?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Anything else you go by, soldier?”

“You can call me Gun if you’d like, sir. Not sure if anyone here would know you’re referring to me, though.”

He nods once, leaning back and turning his head to look towards another soldier.

“Beside me is Sergeant John MacTavish. We call him Soap, sir. You two worked alongside Captain Price in Verdansk.”

He’s quiet, nodding once to Johnny before turning again.

Crossing your arms with a smile, you nudge Soap and give a small nod in the direction of the lieutenant.

“What’d you do to piss him off?” You murmur with a poorly concealed smile.

“No idea. We hardly spoke. Was too busy tellin’ Price all about your little oven incident on base.” Soap teases with a nudge of his shoulder against yours.

You roll your eyes and nudge him back before resting your head on the now departing heli and closing your eyes. “Oh, so you were chatting everyone’s ear off like always? That explains it.”

Letting out a low chuckle, he knocks his boot into yours twice before copying your stature, arms crossed and head leaning back.

Unlike the duo, Ghost doesn’t find sleep easily.

If you ask, he’d say it was for the betterment of the mission. No team can afford a groggy, sleep-ridden lieutenant, especially not before a kill-or-capture.

In actuality, he’d always been a light sleeper, ever since he was a boy. The military hardens you, gives you the ability to sleep in cold, damp environments that make you question if you’ll wake up having grown moss. But Ghost had never gotten over his need for a solid ground to sleep on, no matter how hard he tried.

He finds himself thinking of those futile attempts once more as he sits across from the two of you, shoulders squished as you lean on each other for support in the shaking heli.

He feels a sense of deja vu, though you’re both a tad more battered than the first time this scene played out. Securing the crash site was bloody, but he recalls Johnny’s soft smile when you knocked your boot against his and asked how his bleeding head felt.

“It’s just a graze, Bun. How’s the ankle?”

“Still clicking. Don’t think it’ll ever go back to normal.”

“A shame, really. Guess fate is forcing you to stick with me. Just for the foot rubs, o’course.”

“Of course, no other reason.”

He knocks his boot against yours, twice, and ruffles your hair before he leans back into the wall of the small exfil aircraft and closes his eyes.

“Hey! You know I’m low on gel, ruin my hair again and I’ll have you written up for insubordination.”

“Cry me a river, Bugs.”

“‘Oh, good one, Johnny. Hurt my heart with that one, truly.” You tease, giggling as he tosses his MTP cap onto your head and pushes the brim well below your eyes.

“Sleep, Bunny.”

You look much better now, Ghost thinks. You’ve had a night to recoup- shower and rewrap the ankle he’s since learned you don’t go a day without tending to. The same could be said for Soap, bloody hair having been washed and cropped down an inch. He distinctly remembers hearing you snip at Johnny’s hair from the men's showers, pleading for him to grow it out at one even length and forcing the shortening regardless of Soap’s whines.

He had stopped dead in his tracks the first time he heard your voice ring out, fully convinced he was mere steps away from walking into the women’s showers and living the rest of his military career with the word ‘nonce’ attached to his image.

His internal panic was silenced when he heard an unfamiliar voice ring out.

“Just tell ‘em your hand slipped, Rabbit. We’ll vouch for ‘ya!”

“Daniel, I swear to god, I’ll shiv ya’ in yer sleep.” He hears Soap’s loud, muffled voice.

“Johnny, you move again and you’re gonna have a stripe of beard missing.”

“I’d listen to her, Soap. Oliver’s already slipped her 20 quid to give you a chinstrap.”

“You’re full of shit, Daniel!”

He did his best to ignore the two men’s loud argument as he opened the door to the showers, just barely getting a glimpse of Soap’s side profile where he sits in a small towel and faces the wide mirror, blocked by your figure as you prop one knee on the bench and trim away at his beard. His arm is lazily wrapped around your waist, keeping your balance and occasionally fiddling with a fraying belt loop.

“Hey, L.t. Hittin’ the showers?”

Ghost lets out an affirmative grunt as you turn to face him with a grin he knows by now is mildly troubling.

“Good evening, Lieutenant. Need a trim? I’ve used my model, Mr. MacTavish here, as an example of how a good, clean cut can shape up any fixer-upper. By law I must state, I am eligible to receive a small commission based on the sale of any products sold here today. So, whatchya’ thinking, sir?”

You gesture towards the half empty USO Care Package that holds generic two-in-one toiletries with a giggle that’s spurred on by Daniel and Oliver’s loud chuckles. He takes note of your freshly washed hair and knows the good mood stems from the fresh cooked dinner and warm shower you’d clearly had the opportunity of enjoying. He’d scarfed down the dinner same as you, though in his private quarters, and now wonders how you’d freshened up so fast.

He doesn’t recall Gunnery Sergeants being permitted upgraded living arrangements during deployments. Even he had to fight for authorization for an ensuite bathroom, and the showers were completely unusable. But the women’s barracks were on the other side of the compound, the showers close-by having been closed for refurbishment. You couldn’t possibly have been so fast as to have walked over there, showered, blow-dried your hair, changed into your civilian clothes, and walked back- all in a matter of minutes. Daniel and Oliver were just wrapping up their showers, and seeing by the small bottle of conditioner clutched in Soap’s hand, he isn’t far behind. Did that mean-

“Can I take your silence as a yes, Lieutenant?” You grin, wiggling the razor in your grasp.

Ghost steps around you and barks out a ‘Negative, Gun,” before walking to a shower in the far corner and pulling the curtain closed. Stripping down and turning the water on, he listens for the sounds of footsteps before even thinking of removing the balaclava. He doesn’t hear any, but rather your low voice speaking to Soap as the sounds of running water stop.

“Alright, I’m done. Go finish up.”

He scrubs the dirt and grime away as he listens to the other two men say their goodbyes as they leave, and only once he hears you chat to Soap from the bench as he conditions his hair does Ghost remove the balaclava and scrub at the greasepaint around his eyes.

He thinks back to later that night, hours after you and Soap had left the shower room he may or may not have locked by way of pressing an oddly misplaced chair firm under the handle of the door.

“Johnny, that slice is way too big. You’re gonna get a stomachache again. And this time I’m not- Lieutenant! Hello again! Take a seat, sir.”

At his lack of movement, your smile widens and you gesture toward the shared dining table.

“Please, go ahead.”

“What’s this?”

“It’s a little tradition Soap and I have. Buttermilk pie after every successful mission. I make it myself, secret recipe. Please, join us. The rest of the unit’s already had their slices.”

“We lost sight of Hassan and four of our men, Gun. You consider that a success?”

He isn’t unkind with his words, just factual.

“Johnny, am I standing here talking to our lieutenant?”

“Indeed, Bonnie.”

“And Lieutenant, would you say you feel alive?”

“Hardly.”

“I’ll take it.” You mumble, shrugging. “Sounds like a success to me. I’ll grab you a slice, sir.”

He wasn’t able to get a word out before you were shoving the flimsy plate into his chest, small dabs of whipped cream hitting his black hoodie. He moved a hand to push the plate away, but somehow you were faster in turning that hand and precariously balancing the wobbling desert plate in the center of his gloved palm.

“Please, Lieutenant. It boosts team morale. You’re here to do your job. I get that. Let me do mine.”

You’re physically able to see the breath he lets out, gently curling his fist around the desert and blinking owlishly.

“Here’s yer fork, L.t.”

Mouth stretched into a wide grin, Soap throws an arm over your shoulder and directs you down the hall and into the empty common area, grabbing the remote and switching the channel over to some old Scottish comedy movie you detest but could recite by heart.

Looking down at the now-flaking whipped cream stain, Ghost breathes out a soft growl and flips open the cabinets, grabbing a roll of cling wrap and sufficiently covering the slice of pie.

Opening the fridge, he goes to place the dessert on the top shelf before stopping to read the comically large, sparkly pink piece of poster paper taped to the bottom two bins.

Property of Sgt. Soap and GnSgt. Rabbit. Failure to comply with direct no-contact orders will result in disciplinary infractions. Don’t think we won’t notice. We see all.

Shaking his head with a small chuckle and roll of his dark eyes, Ghost turns back to the small camera he spotted lazily hidden behind the coffee machine and holds up the pie, before turning back and sliding open the first bin.

There isn’t much- some salsa, two ripe avocados, and a few Trader Joe’s microwave meals Ghost imagines cost a fortune to import.

Opening the second drawer, the bin catches on the lip of the fridge and Ghost has to shimmy it back and forth before it gives way.

Just barely keeping himself from letting out a full-bellied laugh, he’s able to catch a stray candy bar that falls from the overflowing stash of refrigerated sweets.

It’s a milk chocolate cadbury bar, and he only slightly over-exaggerates his movements in brushing his hand over the top of the pile before discreetly palming the chocolate bar up his sleeve.

“Don’t think we won’t notice. Hmph. Don’t know how you could, fuckin’ mountain of sweets.”

Rifling through the pile, he passes a collection of English candies amongst some Scottish sweets he doesn’t recognize. He notes the small collection of American candies at the bottom of the bin, some he could’ve sworn was banned in the UK around the same time he was still working as an apprentice butcher at the grocery store. Something about red dye or sprinkles or choking hazards, he can’t care enough to remember.

Regardless, he does his best to smush down the pile without crushing anything, once again wrestling the bin closed.

“Fucking hell, half these don’t even need to be refrigerated.”

He scoffs a low laugh as he places the pie in the first bin, barely half full. Securing the sign once again, he rises to his full height and closes the fridge. Making eye contact with the freezer, he shakes his head and walks off with a murmur.

“Don’t even wanna know.”

“-Sir?”

Your voice has his eyes snapping to yours before doing a quick one-over of the helicarrier.

When did the sun rise?

“You okay, sir? Called you a couple times.”

He doesn’t recall hearing you, doesn’t quite recall falling asleep either, but he can’t think of any other way he’d get distracted so easily.

He looks back over to you as you stretch out your arms, giving a nod.

“Freaked me out a little. You, uh… you didn’t blink. For like five minutes. Thought you were having a ‘Nam flashback or something.”

His lack of response and owlish stare has you laughing sheepishly, instead choosing to pat Soap’s thigh, nudging your shoulder against his and stirring him awake.

“Johnny. C’mon, wakey wakey. We’re starting descent.”

Soap mumbles something incoherent but doesn’t open his eyes. You wrap your arm around his shoulders and shake him with a laugh.

“No no no, John, don’t fall back asleep. You’ve got ten minutes to liven up.”

Turning to Ghost, you nod with a small smile.

“Lieutenant. I saved an extra for you, sir.”

You reach into the small cooler beneath your seat and pull out a milk chocolate cadbury bar.

“Since you like them so much.” You add with a wink, closing the cooler and strapping a medieval looking chain lock that definitely surpassed overkill. The tips of Ghost’s ears turn red, and though you couldn’t possibly see that through the balaclava, he swears the mirth in your eyes proves otherwise.

“Grab me anythin’, Bun?”

Rummaging around before handing Soap an Irn-Bru, you look out the small, round window and sigh happily.

Lifting the cooler lid, Ghost nods to a small portion of the sweets at the bottom of the container.

“Weren’t those discontinued?” he asks, glancing over at you as you ignore him in favor of unbuckling yourself and walking towards the cockpit, an excited hop to your step.

“She has ‘er ways, L.t. ‘S Probably best not to question it.” Soap chuckles with a smile and a shake of his head, popping open the can and suppressing his smile in between sips of the sweet drink.

“What’s got her so giddy, then?”

“Closest she’s been to home in a while. Plus, she used to visit Mexico a lot when she was a kid, stationed on-and-off for a few years, too. Don’t mention it, though.” He says, nodding his head in your direction where you exit the cramped cockpit.

“Pilot says we’re three minutes out. I’d eat that chocolate while you’ve got the chance, Lieutenant.”

You turn, taking Johnny with you, and go back towards the cockpit where a few spare medkits lay in boxes. He watches you noncommittally skim your hands over a few of them, and he realizes you’d given him the opportunity to eat in privacy.

He’s tempted to just sit and time how long you’d stay with your back turned. Watch and see if you’d risk falling on your ass as the heli roughly lands if it means he could have an additional few seconds of peace.

But if there’s one guilty pleasure Ghost will always allow himself to indulge in, it’s chocolate. He’s always had a sweet tooth, something about the rich, milky cocoa dessert brings him back to a memory he can’t quite recall but knows feels right.

He doesn’t lift the balaclava, though he probably could’ve with the amount of time you two spent with your backs turned. It’s barely noticeable, but as he slips the small squares of chocolate under his mask and to his lips, he spots the start of a thin, smooth scar trailing a few inches under your right ear to the start of your spine. The scar gets thicker as it trails down, evidence of a deeper wound, and he wonders if you feel just as vulnerable turning your back to him as he does slithering his only free hand under the mask and past the pale scars that decorate his soft lips.

Folding the wrapper and stuffing it into one of the free pockets of his tac vest, he loudly clears his throat and unbuckles himself.

Turning back and smiling, you walk back to the pilot and clap his shoulder with a ‘thanks, James’ before settling back in your seat next to Soap and allowing the landing to jerk you half out of your seat.

He looks towards the pilot, squinting his eyes but only able to see his outline with the harsh sun glaring through the windshield.

He’s not able to get his sights on the man before the ramp is lowering and he’s following Soap in meeting the Colonel.

“Alejandro”

“Sergeant MacTavish”

“Call me Soap”

“Lieutenant. Laswell says they call you Ghost.”

“Actually, I believe he prefers to be-”

“That’ll do.”

Nodding as he fights back an amused grin, Alejandro looks past the two men.

“Gunnery Sergeant Rabbit. What’s in the cooler?”

Whipping his head to turn to you, he almost lets out a sigh. Really, he should’ve expected it by now, but wishful thinking had him hoping you’d leave the cooler of sweet snacks for the pilots to enjoy.

“Doubloons.” You smile, setting the cooler at your feet and shaking Alejandro’s hand. “Colonel Vargas. Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Welcome to the ‘City of Souls’.”

Picking up the cooler, Soap looks out at the rising sun before turning back to Alejandro.

“I’ve never been to Mexico.”

“This isn’t Mexico. This is Las Almas.”

Giving his strong arms an appreciative squeeze, you position yourself between him and Ghost, listening attentively to the Colonel’s words.

“Shephard’s contractors are inbound to reinforce. They’re bringing hardware, they’ll need room. My base is your base.”

“Good. Now, where’s Hassan?”

“Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here.”

Opening the door and throwing the cooler behind his seat, Johnny reaches a hand out and leads you to the center seat, grabbing the buckle and strapping you in.

“No fun.” You pout and whisper quietly, breaking into a smile as he shoves himself into the cramped seat and knocks his boot into yours with a pat to your thigh.

“This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas”

Fighting back a smile, you turn to Ghost.

“Mhm, Fantasma. Sounds sexy. I think that’s what I’ll call you.”

Ghost’s glare settles deep into your soul, but it got a chuckle from the rest of the car- and it’s not like that glare didn’t pleasantly spike your heart rate- so you brush it off with a smile.

“You know Spanish?” Alejandro turns back, but Soap is quick to speak.

“No.” He bumps his boot into yours.

Alejandro lets out a chuckle as he turns back towards the road.

“You will.”

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Call Sign: Sharky (Platonic)

Part 1, part 2 part 4 part 5

Sorry if parts repeat like some people noticed. There’s not much I can do about it and it seems to be a glitch with the keep reading line. My posts are long and I don’t wanna clog people’s pages so y’all will have to deal with it

Also thank you all for your support!.

The topic of your Call sign is often ones that’s discussed with confusion with 141

Each time you were asked you’d come up with a new story something like “dad was a marine biologist”, “I was raised by sharks sharkboy style and was taken in by the military” or “I just wouldn’t shut up about them”

It leaves all them confused and silently curious

Call signs most of the time have meaning to them

Now some can certainly be stupid or embarrassing but they get them for a reason and Sharky is a specific one

One that came with you when you had found yourself transferred over to 141

Which had meant that only you and your past squadron knew that meaning

And meant ghost, Soap and Gaz we’re clueless as to getting it except from you

Price is not it the same situation as them, partially because he knew your past captain

In fact he’s good mates with him, they had used to serve together before climbing both their ways up the ranks

Even got your recommendation from him

But when he decided to ask the question of your Codename he didn’t really expect that it had more than what meets the eye

“Your wondering about their Codename?.” He questions looking over to Price whom sits beside him at the bar. Price nods, making his old friend laugh a bit and add “I’ll have to give some context first before we get to that point”.

“Context of what?”

“Oh, of when they first joined”

When you had first joined you were much different to how you were now

You were a shy little thing, less confident to how you were now. Downright afraid of the others on your team

There was a very clear and tall wall you put between yourself and everyone else no matter how they tried to reach through to you

It took a long while but after some time one of them had gotten through to you

Salamander, but everyone at the time called him Sal for short

He was an a older soldier, mid-50’s with a wife and kid

It’s that reason why he was able to connect to you, having experience with a child of his own

He showed you the ropes, helping bridge that gap between you and the others

You began to open up more, talking in hushed mumbled before they evolved to full on discussions

You knew a lot of weird and obscure facts, stuff most of them hadn’t known about

You specifically talked quite a bit about marine life since a few of them were ex-navy and you thought that would be funny

It admittedly was especially when you joke that “you’d think they’d teach you about this stuff when your at sea” and “maybe I’m more navy than you guys”

It was nice, you were opening up and some had even began trying to debate each other over call signs for you

They weren’t really sure what to give you yet but it was the mission that finalized it

“The mission?”

“Yeah…the mission. What gave me their name”

The mission was ok at first, that’s the main thing you remember about it

No initial panic just clear waters both figuratively and literally as your footsteps crunch down on golden yellow sand

But then like a nuke dropping everything went to shit

It’s blurry to your mind what had initially happened but you ended up hiding behind some washed up driftwood

Sal was beside you clutching his neck as you did your best to keep him from bleeding out

The shrapnel lodged in his neck was too deep, blood pouring through your fingers as you pleaded with him to hang on

Your vision was blurred by tears as you watched the life drain from him

He often talked about his wife, his kid, and yet he now laid here beside you. Forgotten in the sand as your hands shook

Something came over you, that primal urge that every living creature had in times of peril

The urge to survive no matter what

Your adrenaline was running high, the pops of gunshots making it worse along with the red that began dying the once yellow sand

Your breath is getting quicker as you begin to see red

And then you can’t remember what happened other than the overwhelming feeling of panic and the urge to protect

When the haze over your mind cleared the pungent taste of iron filled your mouth and clogged your nose

You feel shaky, almost as if your entire body was hollow

taking a step back you almost trip over something, making you stumble a bit as you look down to see the dead face of the enemy staring back

Pure terror is twisted on his once moving face that bows stuck in the perpetual horror he died while feeling

Your attention is drawn away when you hear your captains voice, it cuts through the static that muffled the crashing waves and squawking pelicans that sounded so distant

His hand is on your shoulder, his eyes staring down at you with worry as blood dribbled down from your lips

Your dazed and confused. Eyes wide and pupils blown out

“Captain what happened. Why do I taste blood?” It’s such a simple question but it shakes him to his core, you sound so afraid. Like a kid

You are a kid compared to them but this just makes it more obvious

The remaining part of the squadron both injured and tired watch on as their captain talks to you gently

Your shaking like a leaf, blood drenching you as he draped an arm over your shoulder and walked you towards them

You don’t stare at your teammates though, you instead stare at the once blue water that was turned scarlet red

Off in the distance you see the distinct shape of a fin or two poke out from the water

The crashing of the waves felt louder despite the fact you walked farther and farther away

Rolling in and retracting back out in a cycle

You notice near a body in the sand two fingers, discarded and bloodied and a memory flashes in your mind

The enemy, captain, scuffle, bite, spit out, kill, safe, move on

It now explains the blood that isn’t your own that you spit out

You fill in the blanks about what happened by asking your teammates afterwards who are nervous to answer

Seemingly afraid to send you into a panic attack after learning what had happened

Apparently you went apeshit on the enemy, to the point the team did barely anything as you did the brunt of the work

You used your pistol, when you ran out of ammo you used the empty gun and your knife

At some point one had grabbed the captain, was about to put a bullet through his head before you intervened

The human jaw despite how weak it is compared to the bite of something like a dog or a big cat, it’s much more powerful than we give it credit for

Exerting up to Around 125 kg of force or 162 lbs per square inch

Usually something like this doesn’t happen much considering you’d have to get through skin, tissue and tendon but you had done it via your adrenaline

You bitt off the guy’s fingers, not one but two and then spat them out

You then killed him, his body dropping down to the sand just like his fingers did

It’s what earned you your nickname Sharky

You see

Shark attacks are much less common as one would think compared to how their portrayed in the media. Sure, they do happen but it’s less likely for one to be lethal

Your more likely to be killed by a deer or mosquito than a shark

They usually attack when provoked or when confused after mistaking a human for a seal

They dislike our flavour, so after an attack they usually discard us after the initial bite

Much like how rare a lethal shark attack actually is in comparison to other animal related deaths it’s rare that someone can bite off someone’s finger

And like a shark you spat it out

Thus your clever nickname given to you by your teammate Kansas after remembering your ramblings of the aquatic sea creature

“It just kinda stuck after that” he says taking a sip of his beer before placing it down onto the countertop, his thumb circles it’s rim as he looks down into the gold liquid. “Their a good kid. Their happy right?” It comes out as somewhat hoarse, he’s more choked up than he’d like to admit.

“Yeah, their happy. Hasn’t been a day I hadn’t woken up to find them with a shit eatin grin”

“Good. Funny how they’ve brightened up from such a shy kid.”

He pulls back from his chair, placing down his cash plus a small tip for the bartender who accepts it eagerly

“Good to see you again Price. I’ll keep in contact” just as he’s about to leave he adds one more thing “ps, they write about you a lot”

“Write?”

#platonic #Sharky y/n #captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #modern warfare x reader

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yall-hate-kids-tourney · 2 months

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Round 5 (main finals): Chara Dreemurr (Undertale) vs. Amane Momose (MILGRAM)

Propaganda below the cut

Chara Dreemurr (?):

They were constantly blamed for killing all of monster kind in the no mercy route, despite players choosing to go that route. People ignored that they sacrificed themselves to attempt to free the monsters from the underground.

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everyone wants to blame their own actions (genocide route) on chara, who is a literal child. i don’t know how to tell you this but you are the one playing the game. it’s about YOUR CHOICES. chara is there is punish you for that, you killed the only family that ever loved them! how could they not be upset at that! also if you don’t mind, here’s a good video essay on the subject

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Amane Momose (12):

Amane was voted guilty in the first trial so that she would acknowledge her guilt. It backfired, and now she’s considered a threat. Well, everyone is a threat, but nobody’s threat level has been as heavily discussed and debated as hers. Consider the next prisoner in line, Mikoto. He’s objectively more dangerous and cannot be restrained. He beat up the guard in trial 1, and he was able to hold his own when the other guilty prisoners were attacked. But a good incentive to forgive him is so that he will calm down. You know what? That’s a good incentive to forgive Amane too! But she *can* be restrained, so a good portion of the discussion went into how she should be voted guilty so she *will* be restrained and not a threat. Since her vote was a near 50/50, of course a good chunk of the voters expressed dissatisfaction with her forgiven verdict. Some are already planning to vote her guilty for trial 3, calling her a “lost cause”. She hasn’t even done any concrete harm yet. Hold the pitchforks until she actually causes harm, please? And what if she *was* voted guilty in trial 2? We’ve been warned that she will continue to deny our judgement. A second guilty verdict won’t make her better either, and then what? She’d be called a “lost cause” as well. There is no winning with her.

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Where do I even start? So first of all she’s an cult child who was physically and mentally abused and tortured by her parents and then (presumably) murdered her mother after her mother killed a cat that she took care of.

Now everyone in Milgram is a murderer but when Amane came and her MV showed her murder and circumstance in an admittedly highly fictionalized depiction of it the audience decided to…repeat the cycle of abuse!

She was voted guilty for the main reason of “teaching her” and helping her “realize that she was abused.” I would like to note that this tough love approach is something her parents utilized against her. “We are only doing this to help you.”

So the audience replicates Amane’s abusers and repeats the cycle of abuse and that’s pretty shitty but it isn’t exactly “Fuck Em Kids” level.

And then Trial 2 happened. Cause Amane is bitter and angry and horrifically traumatized so she acts aggressive and hostile. Especially towards another prisoner.

Now, again, everyone here is a fucking murderer (of atleast could be constructed as one) These people being able to Harm is a core concept of this series.

Yet for some reason it feels like people treat Amane as a “delusional creepy kid who wants to kill people” which completly takes away the nuance of her character. She does have the capacity to harm! Everyone here does! She’s not Uniquly Dangerous! She just has a Reason to be Dangerous. A Reason we GAVE HER by REPEATING THE CYCLE OF ABUSE.

In short: In a series full of Murderers I’m honestly a bit pissed that the 12 year old abuse victim is the one who’s treated like the guy from American Pyscho.

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TL;DR: "We metavoted this abused, indoctrinated child guilty in trial 1, but it didn't work. Now she is a threat to three grown adults: one who is fully free and two whom she has been shown to get along with. Please metavote her guilty again so she will be restrained and unable to attack them, even though that means subjecting her to further psychological torture." Amane Momose is the youngest of ten murderers, prisoners of Milgram who are to be judged innocent (forgiven) or guilty (unforgiven). In the first interrogation (voice drama), she said that what she did was in line with her religion's doctrines. If we judged her the "wrong way", she said she will just deny the verdict. Combining the voice drama and music video, you could piece together that she was raised in a cult and abused, even though she is cheerful and downplays her pain. She never shows *who* she killed, only *why* she did. After the first day of her vote, she was 81% innocent, but this wouldn't last the whole three months. Many people voted her guilty so she would "see her sins", part of the practice commonly known as "metavoting". Her innocent percentage rapidly decreased, and she hit guilty in the last 15 days, finishing at 51% guilty. At the end of the first trial, Jackalope (who is something like a host) went over all the prisoners' verdicts and commented on the general reasoning. When he got to Amane, he *laughed* at the audience for voting that way to make her realize her sins. Trial 2 rolled around, and it was revealed that Amane's victim was her abuser. On day one, she was at 74% innocent. Seems like a cut-and-dry case now, right? Well... in the intermission, two of the prisoners (Fuuta and Mahiru) were badly beaten up and became reliant on the care of Shidou, a doctor. Amane became hostile to Shidou because what he was doing was against her beliefs. She visited all three of them on their birthdays to convince them to change their ways. She seems to be especially close to Fuuta, who is now murmuring about salvation. Guilty prisoners are psychologically tortured, forced to listen to voices that reject their beliefs. Fuuta and Mahiru both say that the mental strain is worse than their physical injuries. But Amane, who also looks worse for wear, was thrown under the bus because she isn't injured and is considered a physical threat to them (never mind that she gets along with them). She's considered a threat to Shidou, a grown man who is twice her size and fully free, while she is partially restricted by the long sleeves in her trial 2 uniform. She might indoctrinate Fuuta even though, in a prison of ten people and one guard, she's the only voice of her cult. Fortunately, she got a break. Her vote was falling at a similar rate to the first trial. But this time, it stabilized at 51% innocent, 12 days before the end of her vote. But there's no way this is over.

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stardust948 · 3 months

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Half Off Chocolate

Prompt: They fight over discounted Valentine's Day chocolate while arguing over who had it worse.

Katara didn’t know why she didn’t just go home.

Her makeup was smeared from crying, dress wrinkled, and hair slipping out of its neat bun. She was a messed and felt even worse inside. Maybe that is why she stopped at the nearest convenient store for some well deserved and frankly overdue, sweets.

The store was a ghost town. Scattered pink and red merchandise laid abandoned on the floor and nearly empty shelves. Of course. Though it was still Valentine’s Day, the hour was late and most of the good stuff was long gone.

Katara wandered to the candy section, feeling like a lost spirit herself; haunting the remains of a once beautiful dwelling now succumbed to ruin. The candy ail was picked clean, as expected. Even the less popular treats were gone. Nothing left except a lone heart shaped red box. An ugly orange sticker slapped hastily on read the box was 50% off due to damage.

‘How fitting. A damaged heart for a damaged heart.’ Katara thought to herself.

A bitter half smile grew on her face as she reached out to pick it up. She did not notice the other hand reaching at the same time until they both grabbed the box. Katara gasped, more out of annoyance than surprise.

The person was a Fire Nation man about her age. He wore a fancy suit with the neck tie partly undone and had long black hair that spilled onto his face. Bits of red peaked under the hair on his left side, probably from a rash or blemish he was trying to hide. Despite this, he was admittedly attractive in his own way.

Katara glared. He must have forgotten what day it was, hastily threw on the fancy outfit and rushed to the store to buy sweets for his disappointed partner. Well too bad! Katara needed it more!

“Excuse you.” Katara said coldly. “I had that first.”

“What? No I did.”

“You’re wrong.” Katara yanked it, but the man held firm. “Let go!”

“I had it first! You let go!”

“No you!”

They yelled and tugged on the chocolate box like a couple of kids fighting on the playground.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?!” Katara spat. “I’ve earned that chocolate!”

“Earned?! I need it more!!!”

“It’s not my fault you forgot Valentines’ Day and had to last minute shopping!”

“I didn’t forget! My girlfriend dumped me today of all days!”

“Oh boohoo! My long term boyfriend proposed today-“

“Well congratulations!” His voice dripped in sarcasm.

“After I caught him cheating, you prick!” Katara snapped. “He didn’t even apologize! Just pulled out a ring and thought that would fix everything!”

“You think that’s bad?! My ex dumped me by bringing the guy she was cheating on me with for the past 2 years!”

“My ex brought his fangirls to the proposal! The very ones who treated me like a maid and constantly threatened me just because I was dating him!”

“My ex threw a glass bottle at my head just for dating another girl while we were on break!”

“My ex threw a lit candle at me because I didn’t want to kiss him right then!”

“My ex did kiss me just to shut me up from talking about confused emotions!”

“My ex purposefully kept me away from my family and constantly belittled my culture!”

“My ex insulted me just for having different opinions from her!”

“My ex compared my grief of my mom’s murder to losing his pet! Then scolded me for giving a witness report against the murder in trail!!!”

“My ex told my sister where I was knowing she’ll tell my abusive father!!!”

The box ripped in half, sending them flying back and pelting them with chocolate. The two stared at each other in stunned silence before the owner came storming up and kicked them out. The slammed door echoed across the bare parking lot as the two continued to stand there awkwardly.

“Did she really do those things?” Katara asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah.” The man rasped. There was no hiding the sadness in his voice. “Yours’s?”

Katara nodded. “Yeah…”

“Sounds like a really crappy person.”

“Yours’s too.”

There was another brief silence before he spoke again.

“We’re better off without them.”

“Are we?” Katara asked. “We were just fighting over discounted chocolate 5 minutes ago.”

“Okay, maybe not tonight specifically… But in the long run, we’re better off.”

Katara rubbed her necklace as tears formed. She wanted to agree but a large part of her life was tied to that relationship. Tied to him. Katara shook her head. The stranger was right.

“We are better off.”

“Sorry about…” He gestured to the store behind them. ”That.”

“I’m sorry too.” Katara undid her messy bun, letting her hair fall free, then extended her hand. “I’m Katara.”

He accepted with a firm grip. “Zuko.”

#ficlet #atla #atla au #zutara #zutara au #katara #zuko #valentine's day #meet ugly #anti kataang #anti maiko #anti aang #anti mai #to be safe #star's writing

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writeandsurvive · 6 months

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AUTHORS NOTE: like I posted recently, this was supposed to be short at first, but here we are now, cutting it in two parts. I'm not sure I did a good job but I really liked the idea. So I hope I did it justice and you guys will enjoy it! 🫣

SUMMARY: your husband wants to open your marriage and Alden Parker is there for you.

WARNINGS: Fem!reader, marriage, open relationship, nsfw, protected sex, piv, oral, spanking, age gap (30s-50s), fall, injury, concussion, lies, vegetarian!reader, Alden kinda teaching sex, ass man!Alden, toxic!mom, reader being her (real) daddy's little girl

Taking over ~ Alden Parker 1/2

From the moment your husband of five years asked for an open relationship, you knew it was over. Bigamy was never your thing, you dedicated yourself to one person at the time and you thought it was the same for him. But somehow, after almost ten years of dating and five of marriage, he needed something new, someone else. Of course, he already had a person in mind; his cute coworker who had been eyeing him for a while, she was barely in her twenties, and was everything you were not. Beautiful with prominent curves, tall. The woman who wears high heels and makeup every single day of their lives, no matter what the circumstances. Your work as an NCIS agent didn't allow you to be this girly kind of woman, not that you'd be even with another job. It wasn't you and you thought your husband liked it, or at least, was fine with it. How wrong.

You were not sure why but you agreed to his request. The wedding vows meant something to you; you were ready to make it work, no matter what. To be entirely honest, the idea of divorcing in your mid thirties wasn't appealing at all, especially with the job taking eighth percent of your time. It felt impossible to meet someone new and start all over again. The plan was for you to have kids soon, not your husband fooling around with his hot new coworker.

There was no way you'd tell the team about what was going on. They wouldn't understand, especially Nick and Tim, who love and protect you like their sister. They like your husband very much, he became family too but this wouldn't sit right with them, and you wouldn't blame them. It didn't sit right with you in the first place. So you hid it to everyone for a couple of months. Every night your husband was out with her, you felt betrayed and thought so little of you. Were you a fool for agreeing to this?

But you decided to stop feeling sorry for yourself. After all, it was an open relationship, which meant you could be with someone else too. But who? You had never been the type of person to go out and hook up with the first stranger you found attractive, so going out just to meet someone wasn't an option. Sleeping with someone from work? The only option was the new team member Alden Parker, who you admittedly found very attractive, but this could be a very bad idea. You were still learning to know one another and getting used to the new team dynamic.

You felt desperate and alone.

You thought you hid it well, but you were quite wrong. During a stakeout, where it was just you and Alden in the car, he didn't wait long before asking how you were. "I'm fine, why?"

"I know I've only been here for a few months, and we're still getting to know each other, but I can tell something's wrong with you. You're closed off."

You laughed softly, earning a side eye from Alden. "Surprising that you're the one noticing."

"Maybe I'm paying too much attention-- to the team. So, what's up? You know you can trust me, right?"

You locked eyes with him for a moment, seeing how sincere and sweet he really was. "Yeah, I know. It's just-- embarrassing? Sad? Wrong? I don't know." You sighed, looking around the area because you had a job to do.

"Is this about your marriage?" He asked suddenly, catching you off guard. You looked at him with a puzzled look. "You don't talk much about your husband, even when the guys asked about him. They mentioned not seeing him in a while." You played with your wedding band while looking at it. "I've been married for ten years. Nothing you'll say will surprise me."

"Think so? Did your ex-wife ask for an open relationship?" You didn't really think before talking, and immediately regretted telling Alden about it. Your cheeks turned red, and you avoided his eyes for a very long time afterwards.

"Okay, um. I admit that-- you surprised me, good job." He paused. "Did he ask that suddenly?"

Since you spilled the beans, you might as well tell him everything. You needed to talk to someone, have someone's opinion. So, you gave him a resume of the past two months. How your husband told you about it, his coworker he's been dating, how you had been feeling, your fears.

"Honestly, I don't even understand how he could've asked that. I mean, if I was your husband, I wouldn't want another woman, and I definitely wouldn't want to share you."

You uncontrollably smiled at that despite the tears threatening to fall. "Too bad you're not my husband then." You joked, but Alden didn't laugh. He softly put his hand on top of yours, stopping you from nervously rubbing them together. The simple contact felt very nice, you didn't remember the last time your husband held your hands.

"I don't know your husband, and I want to meet him even less than before, but it does sound like he just wanted to be with this girl, without actually cheating. But mark my word, he'll regret it. I'm pretty sure that the moment you tell him you're seeing someone, he won't like it."

"Yeah, well I don't know if that'll happen, so..." You trailed off, looking down at your joined hands. His thumb was rubbing small circles on your knuckles, and that tiny gesture felt great. All you wanted to do was reach out for a hug from him. You were certain he'd give the best hugs; gentle and tender but tight.

"Why not? I mean, you could get anyone."

"Even you?" You weren't sure what had gotten into you, where this bluntness was coming from but since it was out of your mouth, you turned your face to lock eyes with Alden. He was already looking at you, leaning just slightly. He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes going down to your lips a couple of times.

"Anyone." He repeated softly.

Silence filled the car from a moment, it was just you and Alden speaking through your looks. Eventually, you broke it off by laughing. A soft and nervous laugh, and you immediately buried your face in his shoulder. He chuckled too, unsure of what this meant.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I laugh when I'm nervous. I'm not sure what's happening here, or even what I'm supposed to do."

His cheek was resting on the top of your head. "I didn't mean to make you nervous. I don't want us to be awkward with each other. It's just-- yeah, you can have me if you want."

You slowly lifted your head, just enough to look him in the eyes. He was sincere. After a moment of hesitation, you reached out and pressed your lips against his. Alden immediately melted into the kiss, holding the back of your head to intensify it. Before you knew it, his tongue was inside your mouth, allowing you to taste the coffee he just drank. The kiss lasted a long time and you couldn't remember the last time you'd been kissed like this. He truly wanted you and at this moment, he was all you wanted.

Remembering that you were on a stakeout, you eventually pulled away. Growling, Alden took a second to adjust himself and that was when you noticed the obvious budge in his suit pants. It seemed...big. "Oh wow." You said, uncontrollably.

Alden followed your eyes to his erection, and readjust himself again. "Um, yeah, sorry. I can leave the car--"

"What, no! Absolutely not! It's just-- intriguing? How big are you?"

He laughed - not without a certain pride. "Nothing to be afraid of." He smirked and winked.

"I highly doubt that." You said, still looking at it.

After a split second, you felt Alden's fingers stroking your chin and pressing gently to make you look at him. "Let me take you out to dinner. No pressure, just a nice time between two friends."

"So, not a date?"

"If you want it to be a date, then a date it is."

"Do you want it? I mean, it's not a regular situation and I'd understand if you didn't want to get in the middle of this."

"Your husband is clearly failing in his duties, and I'll be happy to take over, show you how you're supposed to be treated."

"Okay then."

Okay then. You and Alden did your best to take your hands and mouth off of each other during the rest of the stakeout. It was rough, because all you wanted was to climb onto him in the driver seat and discover how he feels. How he would make you feel.

But Alden was the perfect gentleman. After agreeing to have the date once the case is closed, he kept a reasonable distance from you. Too much time with you would prevent him from acting correctly, because he desperately wanted you.

He had since he joined NCIS. But he immediately noticed your wedding band - plus the age difference - so he tried to shut his crush down. However, everyday was a challenge. You were everything he ever dreamed of in a woman, and not just physically. He felt like a teenager around you, which pissed him off sometimes. How could he, a fifty-something years old man, could have a stupid crush on his thirty-something years old coworker? He felt highly inappropriate for months, especially when you stopped talking about your husband and Alden wondered if it could mean something. For a second, he hoped you had split up before being mad at himself for thinking about something like that. Now, the opportunity showed up, and if he had to be the side boyfriend, then he would be.

It was Friday night, the case was finally closed and you were working on reports and paperwork. Alden told McGee and Palmer to go home and be with their kids, when Nick complained about not being able to leave early cause he didn't have kids. "Fine, go home too before I change my mind. You too girls." He added, looking at Jess then you. Nick and Jess were in the elevator before you had time to respond. You stood up and walked over to Alden's desk.

"Good job, boss." You giggled.

"Nick is too predictable, that was easy."

"Now what?" You leaned against his desk, and it took him all his self control to keep his hands to himself.

"You tell me. Is it too late to go on that date?" He stood up from his chair, his body dangerously close to yours.

"I don't think so, but I'm gonna need an hour to go home and get ready."

"Why are you still here?"

Unconsciously, you pecked his lips before leaving. Alden smiled at that little gesture, before rushing out, so he could go home and get ready too.

Good thing your husband wasn't home. He had texted you that he would be out for the night, with her you assumed, not that you really cared anymore. Alden texted you, asking if he could pick you up, and if he should park away from the house. 'I'm home alone, act like you'd do normally.' you answered. So he did just that.

You opened the front door to find Alden Parker all dressed up, holding some flowers. You couldn't control your grin, nor the butterflies in your stomach. "You had time to pick up some flowers for me?" He handed them to you, and leaned over to kiss your cheek, making you blush and feel other things.

"They are actually from my greenhouse. I picked the most beautiful ones, but you are the most beautiful flower."

You giggled nervously while smelling the flowers, before walking towards the kitchen. "Come on in for a sec -- they are so pretty, Alden. Thank you so much." You couldn't remember the last time your husband offered you some flowers.

"Are you sure that's okay? For me to be in?" To be honest, he felt a bit uncomfortable there. It was just a reminder that you weren't completely available. You were married and would never be his entirely.

"We're not doing anything in the house. I'm just putting these in a vase."

To Alden's relief, you were out just a minute later. He held your hand up to his car, opened and closed the door for you. It wasn't much, but those small things melted you. "Where are we going?" You asked, after he started to drive.

"That's a surprise." He smirked.

"Not to be a pain, I don't know if you know, but I'm a vegetarian and it--" you felt his hand on your thigh. His touch was soft and gentle.

"I know, don't worry, okay?"

You obviously didn't have to worry because Alden took you to a vegetarian restaurant. It was fairly new and you hadn't been there yet, so you were excited. Again, he acted like the perfect gentleman, holding doors, keeping his hand in the small of your back, telling you to pay no attention to the prices.

The dinner was amazing, both the food and the chemistry between you and Alden. The conversation flooded easily, you got to really know each other, talking about your families, childhoods, hobbies. At any point did you talk about work, nor your marriage. "I could eat more vegetarian dishes." He admitted, tasting how good the food was.

"That'd definitely be better than your current diet." You teased.

"What's wrong with my diet?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't make me say it." You giggled.

"Please do."

"It's the diet of an overworked bachelor, plus pastries. Tons of pastries."

"Overworked bachelor, huh?" He smiled. "And I thought you liked my pastries."

"I do, very much. I just think you should eat healthier."

"Point taken. It's nice to have someone who cares."

You put your hand on top of his, and he welcomed it. "I do care, Alden." He brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

"So do I." He answered.

Were you supposed to care in a situation like this?

After the restaurant, Alden asked if you wanted to keep the night going or if you wanted a ride home. There was no way you were going home just yet, so you drove for about fifteen minutes, before pulling over to the Bowlero. Alden laughed when you looked at him with a grin. "I knew you'd like that."

"So much! I'm so gonna kick your ass at every game!" This time Alden didn't have time to circle the car cause you were out before him. You grabbed his hand and rushed him inside.

You started with the arcades. Alden knew you were a competitive person, he heard you arguing with McGee over a game you played together, he even remembered Jimmy saying something about Victoria being upset during a board game because you wouldn't let her win. But Alden would let you win every game possible if it meant you'd smile and do a ridiculous happy dance. He wanted to kiss you every time you mocked him for losing, and also punished you in his very own way.

Then you offered to play pool. Except that pool was Alden's game. He was ridiculously good at it, probably because he spent long hours playing with friends when he was younger. However, he was distracted. Every time you leaned over the table for your turn, showing off your pretty ass in that tight dress, his cock twitched. The things he wanted to do to you in that position. "I thought you were a killer at pool?" You teased, mid-game.

"I'm a bit distracted." He said, positioning himself over the table.

"By my ass?"

Since you were on the other side of the table, you slowly turned around and shook your hips just slightly. "Fuck, sweetheart. You can't do this here. That ass is only for me to enjoy."

You turned around again, laughing. "Looks like those teenage boys enjoyed the view."

Alden immediately turned his face to where you were pointed, ready to give those boys a death glare. But there were no boys, or anyone else. "Not funny." He turned back to you. "Get out of my eyesight, so I can win this."

You circled the table to be behind him. You actually checked out his ass too. After hitting the white ball, and watching two balls going inside the holes, he faced you. "Much better." He smiled, proud of himself.

You got closer, pressing your body against his. "I didn't pin you for an ass man." You whispered.

He cleared his throat. "I'd always considered myself a tits man. But you--" he pressed his forehead against yours, his hand roaming at the small of your back. He wanted to touch your butt, and so did you. "You drive me crazy." He just said.

"Let's finish this game, fast."

To your displeasure, Alden won, even though he did fail a few balls on purpose. On the way back to the car, you kept talking about the game, what you did wrong, even accused him of cheating which made him laugh. "Damn, you don't deserve sex tonight." You finished the rambling, as you reached the car.

"Okan then," he opened the passenger for you but stood in the way. "I'll just drop you off." He had a tiny smirk on his face, but his instinct told him you wanted sex as much as he did, but he was also afraid you just wanted an excuse to go home. "Can I kiss you good night now?"

"Idiot." You said, grabbing his collar into a fist and bringing him into you. His body crashed into yours as he didn't hold his weight back on purpose, so he could catch you. His hands were immediately on your ass, right before his lips were on yours. If that kiss in the car had been something, this was even more. You and Alden were practically making out in the parking lot, not caring that you could be seen. "I wanna see your greenhouse." You whispered, out of breath.

The greenhouse was prettier than you expected. While holding your hand or your waist, Alden showed you some of his plants and flowers, even telling you about the ones he offered you earlier. But your eyes were more focused on him, his face, his lips, than anything else. "You're not listening to me, are you?" He chuckled.

"I'm a bit distracted." You said, reminded his words from earlier.

He gently grabbed your face in his hands and locked eyes with you. "I gotta ask-- are you sure about this?"

"Are you?"

He kissed you as an answer. Then he carried you into his bedroom, and put you down, without ever breaking the kiss. Your lips were probably bruised and swollen by now, not that you cared one bit. He paid attention to your neck, finding that sweet spot, while his hands traveled your body. You were completely melting under his touch. "Have you told how fucking sexy you are?" He asked.

"No."

"Then I'm sorry. Cause damnit you are the sexiest woman ever." His hands and mouth were working on your breasts as you were desperately trying to unbutton his shirt. His words did something to your core and to your heart.

"I need to feel your skin, Alden." You whined. He stopped so you could get rid of his shirt and he took the opportunity to strip you off your dress. Seeing you in your matching lace underwear shortcut his brain. There was so much he wanted to do and say, he couldn't decide where to start.

You touched his hairy chest, kissing his pec then his neck. "Alden? You with me?" Growling, he picked you up just enough to lay you down on his bed. He covered your body with his, kissing you roughly.

"I'm right here, sweetheart." He whispered. "Right here with you."

You both agreed to skip the foreplay, and orals, as you just needed to feel each other right away. Alden was already painfully hard, while you had already ruined your panties. So he grabbed a condom from his nightstand, rubbed his length against your slit for a moment before intruding your core. You both moaned at the feeling, even though he wasn't fully in just yet. "I knew it. I was right to be afraid."

Alden got confused for a second before understanding. He completely laid down on you, stroking your hair and softly kissing your lips, chin and cheeks. "Just a couple more inches, baby. I know you can do it. You're my good girl, aren't you?" His praises worked wonders on you.

He gently thrusted without going fully, until you told him he could. When he bottomed out, you screamed out loud, your eyes rolling back inside your skull. Alden didn't hold back his noises either - which got you even wetter - as he stared down at you with pure lust. It took all of his willing power not to pin you down and fucked you hard. "That's it, princess. I told you you could take all of me." He kissed you. "Fuck, your pussy is sucking me in." He nipped your bottom lip. "Can I move, baby? Please?" He sounded desperate.

"Fuck yes, Den. Fuck me." He didn't need more.

It wasn't a long and sweet love making. You were both so worked up and desperate for each other, it didn't take long until you and Alden came undone, shouting each other's names. While his cock softened inside you, he collapsed on you, listening to your heart pounding in your chest, just like his was. Your hand was resting in his hair.

"That was--" he tried to say.

"Yeah." You agreed.

Soon after, Alden left for a minute and came back with a wet cloth and some water. He cleaned you up, while you drank and stared. "I didn't hurt you, right?" He asked, concerned.

"Not at all." You stroked his cheek. "but you're definitely bigger than--" you stopped there. His brows furrowed together and he was speaking again.

"Was he the only one you've ever--"

"Yup." You confessed, looking down at the glass of water which suddenly seemed intriguing.

"Oh, um. I didn't know," he drank from his own glass.

"Would it have changed something?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"Well I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It seemed irrelevant." You started to move. "If you want to pretend this didn't happen, then fine with me, I'll--" Alden grabbed your arm before you could pull yourself on your knees and brought you against his chest.

"That makes me your second?"

"One, two... You can count, good job." His hand immediately smacked against your butt cheek. You looked at him in disbelief but with a smile on your face.

"I should teach you how to count the right way." He spanked you again. Your eyes went dark, and he knew you liked it very very much. Perfect.

"How many was that? Four?" You teased and two more spanks hit you. You uncontrollably moaned in his chest, and bit his nipple. He let out a high pitched yelp, making you giggle. He put his glass down on the nightstand, - almost dropping it - before getting on top of you, face down on the mattress. Since the four spanks had been on the same cheek, it was already pink, and it sprung Alden's cock back to life. He gave your other cheek a spank.

"No biting, little brat."

You could feel his cock resting between your ass cheeks and for a moment, you considered giving Alden what you always refused to your husband. This ass, your ass... was Alden's to love, fuck and spank.

"Not even a little?" You asked, innocently and earned another spank. You moaned against, burying your face in the pillow - that smelled wonderfully like Alden.

He grabbed a handful of your flesh, leaned over and bit your ass, before smoothing it with his tongue and lips. "Alden," you whined.

"What is it, princess? Do you want something?"

"Your tongue." You whispered.

He spanked you again but was a bit gentler this time. "Louder. You need to be loud and clear."

"I want you to eat my pussy!" You cried.

"Ask and you shall receive."

He turned you over and did exactly what you wanted.

After you came in his mouth, allowing him to drink every bit of you, Alden was painfully hard and ready to go again. He teased your entrance with the tip but you stopped him. He immediately pulled away, giving you space, afraid he did something wrong. But when he saw you turning around with a mischievous smile on your face, he understood. "My turn."

You knew you gave good blowjobs...to your husband. Then again, he was smaller than Alden's so it was easier for you. As you started to suck on Den's cock, you were desperately hoping he would enjoy it. You didn't want to disappoint him. But you could barely take half of him without choking. Still, from his noises, growls and words, he seemed to love it. "Relax your throat, baby. No rush, no worries. You're doing so good." This man could read you like a fucking open book.

You followed his instructions, took your time and slowly, you were able to take a bit more of his length. "Baby, if you choke on my cock one more time, I'm gonna cum." Since it was exactly what you wanted, you took as much as you could, choked and drank to the very last drop of his release.

As bad as he wanted to fuck you one more time, Alden's cock was unresponsive for the rest of the night. So you simply cuddled in bed, made small talk before quickly drifting away.

For a month, everything was great. Things with Alden were amazing, he was an actual dream. Most of the time, you forgot you were married to someone else, it was all about Alden, Alden, Alden. He was extremely sweet and thoughtful, he cared and wasn't afraid to show it, he treated you like a princess, except sometimes during sex. You always liked sex, but with your husband, it has never been too crazy, not that it was bad either. However, with Alden, you discovered yourself, found out you had some kinks and he was more than happy to oblige them.

The team complimented you several times, saying that you were glowing. Thanking them, you saw Alden smirking behind their backs, knowing he was the reason for that glow. It was crazy that they didn't notice what was going on, or at least, they never said or hint anything.

Your relationship with your husband was practically non-existent. You'd run into each other here and there, talked briefly about stuff but that was it. You obviously told him you were seeing someone, and he didn't ask anything, not even who was the guy, or if you were respecting the rules. It felt like he didn't care anymore, and eventually, you stopped caring too. All your focus apart from work, was on Alden and your relationship with this wonderful man.

It was your husband's birthday, and as a tradition, his family and your parents would come over for dinner to celebrate. You turned down Alden's offer to go on a date, mostly because you felt like you had to be there. The families had no idea what was happening and you couldn't just bail on them.

You were preparing a couple of dishes when your husband came home after meeting with his best friend - he said. He surprised you by hugging you from behind and planted kisses in your neck. You instantly stiffed, and tried to wiggle your way out. "What are you doing?" You asked.

"Kissing my wife. Am I not allowed?"

"You haven't touched me for months. Not even a hug."

"I know." He grabbed your waist and spined you around to face him. "It was my mistake and I'm sorry."

He leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled away before his lips could touch yours. "Wait, what is happening here?"

"Did you seriously pull away from a kiss?"

"You can't just come over to me, after months of ignoring me, and expect kisses, cuddles or whatever."

"I don't remember you trying either. I mean, you've barely been home this past month."

"You know exactly where I was."

"Right, with him. Who is he anyways?"

You let out a dry laugh. "So, now you're asking?"

"I am, and I expect an answer." He folded his arms against his chest.

"Someone from work."

He stayed silent for a second. "Nick?"

"Ew, come on."

"I know for sure it's not Tim, nor Jimmy! Wait-- is it the new guy? What's his name?"

"Parker, yes." There was no point in lying.

"Oh my god," he had a humorless laugh. "I can't believe this. That's why I never met him."

"No, you never met him cause you haven't cared in a long time."

"Says the girl who only cares about her job and her team!"

"If that was the problem from the beginning, you could've just said so and asked for a divorce."

"I don't want a divorce! I love you still." You stayed silent. He was obviously expecting you to say it back, but you couldn't. You didn't know if you still loved him. "You're not saying it back."

"I've got to get ready. The parents will be here soon."

You and your husband basically ignored each other, which wasn't difficult. Between the parents, siblings and kids, you each focused on different persons and nobody questioned it. Dinner was barely getting started when your phone rang. It was Alden, so you picked and listened while he told you there was a crime scene and gave you the address. "sorry for ruining your evening, sweetheart." He said.

"Oh no, don't worry." You were somehow relieved.

You got back to the living area where everyone was. "I'm sorry I've got to leave guys. Duty calls." They seemed disappointed but they knew how your jobs worked. "Gonna get changed." You rushed upstairs.

You had barely taken off your dress that your husband merged inside. "It was him, wasn't it?" He asked, angry.

"He's the team leader, he gets the calls and then calls us, so yes." You put on some pants.

"How do I know it's really about work?"

Onto the shirt. "Our families are here. Do you think I'd give up on them?"

"No, but you'd give up on me. You are."

"Stop." You opened the door, and walked away but your husband stopped you right next to the stairs.

"Don't go, stay here with us, with me."

"It's my work, I have to go."

"Work, yeah right." He was raising his voice. "You just want to see him."

"I said stop it!" You tried to pull away but he wasn't letting go of your arms.

"You're in love with him, aren't you?" He yelled.

"Let go of me!"

You fought him off, and that was all you remembered but it went dark.

Alden knew something was wrong and so did the team when you never showed up at the crime scene. They all tried to call you multiple times for hours until finally someone picked up when Alden called one more time. "Sweetheart, hey, is everyth--"

"I'm sorry, do you call all of your colleagues 'sweetheart'?"

"Hmm." Alden didn't recognize the voice on the other side but it definitely wasn't you. He suspected the woman to be your mother. "Why isn't Y/N answering? Is she okay?"

"She's at the hospital." Alden's heart stopped at this moment. "She fell down the stairs while she was getting ready and hurt her head. I just got back to the house and found her phone."

"Oh my god," his heart was pounding. "Which hospital is she at? She's gonna be okay, right? The injury isn't too bad?" Nick who was hearing the conversation, called out the rest of the team to approach.

"She has a mid concussion, they are keeping her overnight but she's fine."

"Thank god!" Alden exclaimed uncontrollably. "Which hospital? I'll go see her--"

"No."

"No?"

"She's a married woman, so you need to stay away from her."

"Ma'am--" he tried to talk, say something, anything but your mother kept going.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but it honestly doesn't matter. Whatever was going on between you and my daughter, it ends now. As her superior, and a man old enough to be her father, you should be ashamed."

"Ma'am!" He tried again.

"You know what, you should quit. But if you don't, I'll make sure she doesn't come back to NCIS. It'll be for the best anyways, this job takes too much of her. And it's not taking her marriage. So don't come anywhere near her, and have Nick call next time." She hung up.

Completely stunned, Alden had to sit so he opened the car's door and let himself fall onto the seat. The team was staring as he covered his face and rubbed his eyes. "Parker!" McGee brought him back to reality.

"Yeah, um. She fell down the stairs apparently and has a concussion. They are keeping her at the hospital for the night."

"Okay, move Park, I'm driving." Nick said, waiting for Alden to leave the driver's seat vacant.

"I don't know which hospital. Tim, please tell me you got your laptop?"

Luckily, Tim did have his laptop, and they checked every hospital admissions until they found which one you were at. Nick did drive himself and Alden, while the other had to stay behind to finish up on the crime scene. The team leader didn't say a word during the ride, and Nick respected his silence. He's known about Alden's crush on you for months.

After a few hours and multiple exams, the medical team finally put you in a room. The doctor asked you to not sleep for now, even though you were exhausted and in pain. Your dad joined in, and you were relieved to see that he was alone. "You scared the shit out of me, babygirl." He said, gently kissing your temple. "I'm glad you're fine. The doc doesn't want you to fall asleep just yet, so we're gonna talk, okay?"

"Dad, I don't want to talk right now."

"I need to understand what's going on. You know I'm not judging you and I never will, but did you have an affair with that new guy in your team?"

"That's what he told you?" Your dad nodded.

Of course your husband lied, but you told your father the entire truth. From months ago, to the moment right before you fell down the stairs. You told him about Alden, how you were falling with this man, and how you wanted to be with him and just him. You've been a daddy's little girl from day one, and have always been honest with him, he was kinda hurt you didn't confide in him when it all started, but you know he wouldn't react well.

"Where is he?" You asked eventually, speaking of your husband. "I don't want to see him. Please, don't let him in, dad."

"He's probably getting his nose patched up right now. And I warned him, don't worry. I don't want him anywhere near you." You looked at him, puzzled. "Whether you had an affair or not, I don't care. You fell because of him. Did he--push you, honey?" Your father's jaw was clenched, as well as his fists. He was ready to fight some more.

"No, no! He was just holding me back, I was trying to get out of his grip and the stairs were right there."

Your dad relaxed his fists only slightly, but he didn't have time to say anything.

"You fell because of that motherfucker???"

Alden and Nick were standing at the door.

You never saw that look on Alden's face before, never actually heard him talk this way. Nick wasn't looking any better, very much like your dad, he was ready to fight. Smiling shyly, you extended your hand towards the man you loved. Alden took it, while your father stood up from the bed.

"You two!" You called out your dad and Nick. "You're gonna stay in the hallway, but I swear to god if you go rogue, I'll kick both your asses."

"Yes ma'am!" They both answered, before leaving the room.

"You--" you turned your attention back to Alden, who was breathing heavily. "Sit." He did, and you stroked his beard. "I'm okay."

"You fell, you have a concussion, because of him. That's not okay for me."

"Just hold me, love. Stay here and hold me." He did. "And don't let me sleep."

#ncis #alden parker #alden parker imagine #alden parker fanfic #ncis fanfiction #alden parker x reader #ncis imagine #alden parker smut #gary cole

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thedoubteriswise · 1 month

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so I get to my shuttle at the airport to go home and it turns out the other group that's supposed to be in my van is really late, so they're putting them on the next time slot and I have this van all to myself. cool, that means the trip home will be relatively short. this was a greater stroke of luck than I could possibly have imagined, as I have been awake for uh. I'm not going to do any math right now but it's been a lot of hours, and this driver is a guy who loves to hear himself talk.

at first this is fine. he starts telling stories about the awful job he used to have working at a piece of shit movie theater in pasadena 13 years ago. it's vaguely concerning that he leads with (while speaking to a woman he just met, with whom he is alone in a van) a story about a frequent flier they used to have who would sneak into movies, sit next to random women, jerk off, and then escape before they could identify him conclusively, but admittedly I do find this story compelling and am not offended, so that's whatever. he proceeds to tell a longer story about how he got fired from this job, and how his manager also later got fired from this place for, seemingly, embezzlement. this also amuses me, even if I'm puzzled by the combination of hatred and admiration he seems to have for this manager. the specific cadence of his speech is ringing some alarm bells, and he seems to find a woman to dislike in every story he tells, and also I was unsure why he needed to specify that The Phantom Masturbator (his title, not mine) was black, but like. okay man proceed with your fascinating narrative I guess.

this is the point where we get into what he was doing in the LA area in the first place, and that was trying to be a TV writer. this didn't work out, but it turns out he had a fairly popular youtube channel for a while. and he asks me.

"so, have you heard of gamergate?"

"uh, sure."

"oh boy. yeah, sorry."

he then runs down his entire involvement in gamergate, because boy was he involved.

well. I say "entire," but he definitely left out some details!

for 50 straight minutes my new best friend does not stop talking. he expresses regrets about some of his past choices and says he's "absolutely a leftist" now, and that he has two daughters, which apparently changed his perspective on things. he has still found a woman to hate in every story he's told me. we finally arrive at my house. I get out of the car and realize that at the beginning of this story he told me where he lives, which is the same town where I live. god help me there is a nonzero chance of me running into this loser in a bar.

#america. beautiful country.#the guy who drives you home from the airport might be a turbo-misogynist #who wants to tell you that someone he knows wrote a book in which they indirectly blame him for trump getting elected

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margareth-lv · 3 months

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🕸️ Weaving stories. Spinning tales 🕸️

There is something magical about weaving a story together. I'm deeply convinced that a community is built from a story that many people add their pieces to. So in the good tradition of a shared storytelling I would like to continue in the direction that that @sgiandubh set out in her post last Saturday.

*** *** *** I have always been baffled by the bizarre version of reality that is imposed in CaitOnly World, in which Caitríona, her Shy 'Husband' and their «Blonde Bambino» supposedly live. In CaitOnly World Santa Caitríona da Monaghan plays her own version of the efficient housewife à rebours. It's as if she's been brought back to life from the 50s, from the days of «The Occupation: Housewife», with Mr McShy, of course, as the housewife who treats his 'wife' like a goddess (even though he doesn't) and looks after their «Blonde Bambino».

Side Note: Maybe it's because being CaitOnly is like believing. It is a statement of faith. It has nothing to do with reality or what we might know about Caitríon's life. With all sorts of caveats and disclaimers, of course.

*** *** ***

Now there's another 'scandal' about Sam's 'numerous travels' and an absolute inability to reconcile these travels with a family life (I've only been here a short time and I've seen the same 'shock' a few times already).

Meanwhile, all these defenders of Caitríona's ‘connubial bliss’ and those who shout loudly that Sam would be the worst dad in the world (fortunately he's not a dad in the CaitOnly World), travelling around the world as he does, so all these wise women of the CaitOnly World don't even bother to listen to Caitríona herself.

I, on the other hand, fortunately have notes, screen shots and the memory of an old female elephant. *** *** *** Remember the "nomadic life"?

Once upon a time, we had a nice fandom legend about Caitríona mentioning her husband a lot, but never saying his name (because she couldn't pronounce 'husband' and 'Tony' in the same sentence). And as what is written about in fandom is usually reflected in Caitríona's PR, the Wall Street Journal published this long-awaited gem on 16 November 2021, during the infamous 'Balfast' promotion, of course:

The article itself is behind a paywall, so you'll have to take my word for it. This is an actual screenshot.

But let's skip the 'husband'-comma-'Tony' sequence. Let's concentrate on the hippie 'nomadic life'.

Because a nomadic life with the Blonde Bambino is obviously nonsense to anyone who can count. The baby was supposedly born in August 2021. Outlander season 6 wrapped in May/June 2021. If the Blonde Bambino was travelling between Glasgow (where the series was filmed) and London (where he lives), it couldn't have been the Blonde Bambino born in August 2021. But who can do the maths these days?

*** *** *** Anyway, mentioning Caitríona Balfe's hippy 'nomadic life' sent the internet buzzing in Autumn 2021. Suddenly everyone was describing her travels with husband, child and possessions (how far away from the image of Caitríona in a 1950s-style kitchen apron). One small example - the article is not behind the paywall - published by the Daily Express.

Admittedly, this article, like most articles about our two lovebirds, is a strange mixture of fact and manipulation. But let's focus on the interesting content.

Beneath a screenshot of an IG photo of Sam and the blonde bambino`s hands lying on a striped sheet, the article read:

She wrote: "Today, my husband, Tony, and I and our son are slightly nomadic. "We split our time between Glasgow and London. “When I’m working on Outlander, we're in Glasgow."

Admittedly, it's impossible to know where Caitriona 'wrote' the above (as it's certainly not on her Instagram account, I'm guessing the author apparently had trouble quoting the Wall Street Journal directly, which is a shame). But let's not get hung up on irrelevant details. Surely the hippie dimension of the "nomadic life" was important to Caitríona's PR in some way (the message: I'm not a boring wife to a boring man, I travel the world, even with a newborn, I'm an artist, I'm a hippy!).

So much important, in fact, that an article in The Guardian on January 23, 2022, after the tour's composition had been corrected (by how logically the newborn had been omitted), added Los Angeles to the "nomadic existence" between London and Glasgow.

And Villa No Ego, I think.

*** *** ***

Bottom line: everyone, everyone listen:

Caitríona travels. With her husband. With a child (well, with children). With clothes, with blankets, with baby's cutlery. With toys. With a suitcase full of shoes. With warm clothes and a child's bicycle. She leads what she calls a "nomadic life". London, Glasgow, Los Angeles. New York. Et caetera.

This seems to fit in quite well with the kind of lifestyle that Sam lets the fandom know about from time to time, doesn't it? Doesn't it seem to make their lives consistent?

Quod erat demonstrandum. Which was to be proved.

Thank you for your attention. It was a long text.

😅

[February 8, 2024]

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bambikisss · 1 year

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' Win the bachelor ' :: Cho Guesung

Summary : After going through a hard heartbreak, your friends sign you up to participate in the newest season of the Bachelor. After meeting him, you decide to go all in to win his heart and affection.

Warnings: mentions of sabotage, slight manipulation, unprotected sex, creampie, sex on the beach, sex in a public shower, mentions of taking pictures during sex/ video recording it, this man being the absolute death of you, his thighs, calls you a slut/whore once, spitting, oral (both), biting

A/N: she's a loooong one. I've only seen the bachelor twice so some things may be wrong but eh. Also, notice how there are more smut warnings? Yeah, I got carried away. The ending lowkey is kinda dry.

♥ TagList: @127hydrangeas @xrubyrosesx

Life is full of chances: there can be a first, second, or third chance at something, or even more if you're lucky. You were hoping you were one of the lucky ones.

"What do you mean he just dumped you in the middle of your date?" you poured yourself more wine as your best friends surrounded you, all asking the same questions about how your relationship of three years just suddenly ended. You rolled your eyes as you recalled the night's events: your ex said he had a surprise for you and brought you out to one of your favorite restaurants. In the middle of the date, he seemed to start to get nervous and then suddenly quickly said "we have to break up" before rushing out, leaving you to pay the bill. Turns out, his two other girlfriends had shown up and when he saw him, he panicked. He then texted you after you paid the 50-dollar bill if you guys could be friends with benefits, which you declined before blocking him.

"He wanted me to be the third girl in his foursome," you mumbled, downing the wine you had in your glass as your friends all stared at you in shock. To them, it was like something you would only hear about in a movie. But to you, it was your whole-ass nightmare. One of your friends shook her head before pouring you more wine, saying "I don't understand how you keep getting involved with men like these." You wish you had known how, too as it had been happening since you started dating in middle school.

You and your friends decided to drink the night away, ranting drunkenly about your exes and comparing bad experiences with them. You admittedly did feel better afterward before blacking out.

You woke up the next morning on the floor of the apartment, dragging yourself to the bathroom where you cleaned up. You then cleaned up, turning off the TV that was blaring, helping your still-asleep friends to their rooms before making your way back home afterward.

You had just closed the door to your apartment when you received an email from what looked like a Television company, letting you know that your application was received. "What application? Is this a scam?" you chose to ignore the email, placing your phone down before going on with your day.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Have a nice day!" you smiled as the CEO left the company, leaving you to finally take the first breath you had taken all day. You put down your tablet as you sat down on the couch, closing your eyes as you took in the moment of silence. You worked for an expensive matchmaking company, ironically. You'd think being able to pair two rich people up successfully would make it easy for you to meet someone, but no. You were still getting Instagram DMs from your recent ex asking to take him back, but refusing to leave the two other girls too.

"What now?" You picked up your phone that buzzed in your uniform pocket, not bothering to look at the caller ID as you answered it. "Hi, am I speaking to Y/N L/N?" you paused at the sweet woman's voice, confirming that it was you.

"Great. I am calling to let you know that you have been chosen to be on the newest season of the bachelor!"

What.

Your eyes widened as the sweet lady rambled off the things you needed to pack and do before you could be flown out, interrupting her softly. "I, uh, didn't apply to be on the show-"

"Sure you did. I have your application here in front of me, all filled out. You did this about three days ago."

You tried to think about what you were doing three days ago to all of a sudden be on the show when you suddenly remembered what happened: while you were drunk, the show came on along with where to submit applications to. You drunkenly had joked about joining the show, your also drunk friends signing you up as they giggled.

Before you could explain that you didn't want to be on the show, the sweet lady said that an email would be sent with things you had to complete before you could be on the show and the deadline before hanging up. You stared at your phone in shock for a few moments before calling up F/N and telling her that you were coming over as it was an emergency. However, when you told her what happened, she didn't see it as such. "This is a great opportunity to possibly find someone, Y/N! It's an opportunity from the universe!"

"No, F/N, this is me going on to live TV and making a fool of myself. You followed her around as she looked through the email that the company had sent you with things to do, your friend only waving away your worry. "Look, either you'll be one of the girls that go home within the first few weeks that no one remembers or you could fall in love," she looked at you with a look that meant "you have no choice." You tried to think of a reason why you couldn't, which she shot down before she covered your mouth. "Take this as life giving you another chance to fall in love."

You hoped you were going to go home first.

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"We're here, miss."

You thanked the driver as you exited the car, turning to face the sea that hit the rocks. You fixed your dress before you walked towards the beautiful outlook, smiling softly. The moon shined beautifully on the water, calming you softly before you turned to face the villa that was currently empty. It was lit up beautifully with string lights and had a red carpet, leading up to where the bachelor was supposed to stand. You held your coat closer to yourself as the wind blew, your eyes returning to the water, hoping it would calm you down. You were there just to be a placeholder until the bachelor chose someone else, then you could pack your things and return home to your boring life.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

You turned to see a man approaching you and a tight tux, smiling at you. His hair blew carefully in the wind as he walked to stand next to you, offering you a smile, which you returned. "I've never seen anything like it. I never usually get time to see the ocean like this back home." You felt comfortable as he chuckled, agreeing with you. "I used to surf a bit, but I was always home before nightfall or else my mom would yell at me." It became your turn to giggle softly, turning to face the man once more. Now that he was closer, you could see his chiseled jaw along with his dark brown eyes that seemed to light up in the moonlight. You could also spot the freckles that were around his face that you found adorable. "So, are you here to find love?" you shook your head at his question, turning back to the ocean as a particularly big wave hit the rocks. "I don't have the luck in order to find love."

"Who says you need luck?" You once again turned to face the man, who was now fully facing you with his hands in his pockets. You couldn't help but just stare at him, your eyes only staring into his as he offered you a smile. It made your heart skip a beat, which had never happened before. "Well," he smiled, turning on his heel as he began walking down the hill back towards the lit house. "To me, Miss, you're the luckiest."

You watched as he disappeared, a warm feeling filling you as you thought about his words. If you couldn't get with the bachelor then at least you could try again with whoever that man was. You smiled at the thought before walking back to where the woman was gathering to meet the bachelor.

"Let's hope for my sake that I am."

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"Alright, Y/N L/N is next!"

The staff removed your jacket from your shoulders as they led you to the start of the red carpet, asking you to be careful as one of the girls had brought a horse to ride in on and it had used the bathroom on the way. That was just one of the many things the other girls had done to make a great first impression on the bachelor besides wearing stunning dresses and looking stunning themselves. You couldn't help but think you should've done more yourself before you remembered your game plan. As you made your way around the corner, you caught a glimpse of the bachelor, which made your eyes widen. The man from earlier who you had talked to by the ocean was the bachelor.

You honestly should've realized when he was a tux.

"Go ahead and meet the bachelor, Y/N." You thanked the staff before making your way toward him, the bachelor smiling at you. As you got into arms reach, he pulled you in for a hug, which surprised you. You introduced yourself as you both pulled back, his hands moving from your body back to his pockets, just like how he was earlier. "I'm Guesung, if you were wondering." He leaned down to gently kiss your hand, whispering out "it's a pleasure to finally meet you," making you giggle. He let his thumb rub your hand as the staff called time, letting you know that you were to go inside with the other women. Guesung smiled at you before letting you know that he would talk to you later, winking at you as you walked inside. You had to take a minute to gather yourself once you entered the mansion, looking down at your hand that he had kissed with a smile. You could still feel the touch of his lips on your hand, shaking off how giggly you now were before entering the living room where the other women were chatting. Before you could make it far into the room, a girl came up to you, looping her arm with yours as she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Abigail, but you can call me Gail." you introduced yourself as she led you to the couch, sitting down with you to chat as the others either joined or side-eyed you. The room was a mix of nerves and chatter, all of the hopefuls introducing themselves to one another and talking about Guesung.

As you were talking, Guesung and the host came in, which made the room go silent. The host talked about the premise of the show, stating firmly that there would be an elimination every week that was up to Guesung, who nodded. He scanned the room as the host spoke, offering you a quick smile before he returned to his relaxed face. "I think he smiled at me" Gail whispered to you, giggling like a schoolgirl, making you laugh softly.

"Now, let's hear from our Bachelor." the girls all clapped and turned their attention to him. He introduced himself once more before explaining that he was a soccer player, which made the room erupt into "ooh's." "I want someone who I can instantly comfort with. My job is already high stress and energy enough so I want to be able to come home to someone and just feel calm." You glanced around the room as the girls all kept their eyes locked on him, eyeing him like prey. You had heard some of the girls mention that they were only here for the cash and fame that they would get from being with him, which made your stomach churn. He only wanted someone he could fall in love with and yet he could end up with someone who doesn't even truly want him.

After all of the 31 women cheered and toasted with champagne, you returned to the comfort of the couch as the women surrounded him. "Ah, I see you, Y/N." You smiled at Gail who was sitting down on the arm of the couch, smiling at you. "You're waiting till he's not so swarmed, are you? So smart."

"He's busy, Gail." You took a sip of your drink, watching as Guesung came back inside from talking to one of the women. You did want to talk to him more, thinking about pushing your way through the crowd to get to him when you noticed him coming through, making his way to where you were sitting, holding his hand out to you as he smiled, everyone else staring at him in shock. "Can I steal you for a moment, Y/N?" You nodded, taking his hand as he led you to the outside balcony. Just like the front, it was lit up with beautiful fairy lights and roses scattering the table. You sat down next to him, hoping to hide your nerves as he turned to you, his hand still holding yours just like earlier on the red carpet. "So, are you feeling lucky yet?" he asked, making you shrug, a smile coming onto your face as he moved closer to you. You could smell the light cologne he must've put on after the red carpet, and his tie was also a bit loser than before, which you carefully fixed making him smile wider at you. When you looked back up, you realized how close you both now were. His arm was now on the back of the couch, Guesung now closer to you as he met your eyes. To him, you were the one that caught his attention; not because you didn't come in and do something crazy but because you made him feel the most comfortable.

It seemed like he was leaning in to kiss you when you both heard the clicks of heels, a cheery voice asking to talk to him. He nodded, his eyes slowly ripping from yours as you stood up, clearing your throat as you walked back inside. You quickly made your way to your room as the others had, pushing the door closed before resting your back against the heavy bedroom door. Your mind fell back to the feeling of his lips on your hand, then how close he was to your lips. You touched your lips instinctively, a slow smile coming to your lips as you thought about him more. 'Maybe I don't wanna go home yet," you thought before heading to your bathroom, getting ready for sleep.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of the girls all screaming, making you sit up before walking to where they all stood, staring out the large window. You took a peak, seeing what they were all so happy about. Guesung was working out in the field shirtless, much to the girl's pleasure. You couldn't help but watch him too, biting your lip as he turned to make his way inside. Once he disappeared, you joined the girls in the kitchen, working on breakfast. "You're a heavy sleeper aren't you, Y/N?" You turned to face Tracy who was handing you a mug of coffee. When you asked what she meant, she paused before she whispered "be careful about who you trust here. Some people are as two-faced as a coin on the streets."

"What do you mean?" Tracy only let out a small "you'll see" before making the others coffee as well, leaving you by the island by yourself. You knew this was a competition in the grand scheme of things, but someone wouldn't sabotage someone else, right?

"He's coming!"

You watched as the girls gathered in the living room as Guesung jogged in sporting a tight black T-shirt and jeans showing off his muscular thighs that you had been eyeing. "I slipped a little invitation to someone this morning for a date day. Can the person who got the letter step forward?" You frowned as you realized that you didn't get the letter, only for Abigail to step forward. You also noticed how confused Guesung looked before shaking it off, letting her know that he'd be waiting for her outside, which she thanked him for. You watched as she ran off down the hallway to get ready, turning to see a confused Guesung walk out. Why did he look so confused, didn't he give her the letter?

You brought it up to the others once Abigail left, Tracy speaking only when she finished cooking her food. "I saw her this morning go over to Y/N's door and grab the letter." He wanted to take you out?

Be careful who you trust

"I did let her come over before I went to sleep," you mumbled. You honestly were in shock that she would do something to you like that. The others agreed that it was wrong, sympathizing with you before the group split up for the day, leaving you to go back to your room alone. As you stepped into your room, you could feel a piece of tape on the door where the invitation was, only filing your annoyance. "That two-faced street coin bitch," you fell face first onto the bed, yelling out your frustration into the pillows before you sighed. These women were willing to play dirty to get closer to Guesung while you were just coasting along with the few moments you both had and the feelings you felt developing. You turned to face your closet with a huff, your eyes going to one of the dresses that you had brought with you.

You pushed up from the bed, walking over to peek at him, a slow smirk coming to your face. If the girls had a plan, you needed one too.

Later that night you and the other girls came together for the first rose ceremony. The room was of course filled with nerves as someone had to go home. As you were getting complimented about your dress, you watched Abigal walk in, smirking knowingly at you. "How was your date?" you asked, Abigail, turning to talk about how much fun it was and how he kissed her so many times. You could feel your annoyance grow as she spoke, the girl sending you a wink your way before facing front as Guesung walked in.

"Alright, it's time."

You couldn't help but hold your breath as he picked up the first rose, watching as it fiddled in his fingers as he returned to stand in front of everyone. "This person is someone who I've been dying to get to know more. I hope she feels lucky with me as I feel the same way about her." You felt your heart skip as he spoke, Abigail telling the person next to her that he was going to give it to her, making you roll your eyes.

Guesung bit his lip before he smiled, his eyes meeting yours with a playfulness to them as he held up the rose. "Y/N." You smiled as he said your name, carefully making your way to stand in front of him as he smiled brightly at you. "Will you accept this rose, beautiful?" you nodded, taking the rose from him as he hugged you, leading you back to your spot with everyone else before he returned to the rose pile. You couldn't help but smile at the rose, smelling it gently as he sent a wink your way. You could hear Abigail scoff, fueling your happiness more.

You watched as he continued to give out roses to everyone besides three girls including Abigail watching in suspense as if you were watching this at home. As he reached for the last rose, Tracy held up her hand, asking to say something, everyone turning to her. You wondered what she wanted to say, knowing she already had a rose from him. "Guesung, I can't stand by here while you may give a rose to Abigail." You paused, Abigail's eyes widening as she told Tracy to shut up. Tracy ignored her, telling him in front of everyone the same thing she had said earlier about Abigail stealing your invitation. Guesung nodded as he listened, clicking his tongue when she finished. He nodded before he simply said, "I know."

He offered a rose to one of the three girls before he turned to face Abigail, who looked shocked and embarrassed. "I invited Y/N, not you, so I found it weird when you stepped forward with it." You bit your lip to hide your smile as she stormed out, Guesung walking out which signaled the end of the rose ceremony. You carefully made your way back to your room as the girls who didn't get a rose cried. You winced as you listened to the sobs, changing into your pj's before heading to bed. You just lay there as you fiddled with the rose, feeling some guilt fill your body as the sobs died down. You wondered how people in past seasons could not feel so much guilt.

You laid down until around midnight, deciding to head to the beach below to clear your head. You used to rush back to the beach whenever something bad happened in college as it was nearby. You changed before sneaking outside, smiling as you finally made it to the shoreline. You wrapped your jacket around you as you walked along the beach, sighing at how peaceful it was. It was just you, your thoughts, and the sea.

"Oh, you're here." You turned to see Guesung walking closer to you sporting a black t muscle shirt and shorts. You nodded as he joined you, mentioning that you had a lot on your mind. He let out a small "ah" before he turned to you, his hand moving to hold yours softly. You turned to him, noticing how much calmer he seemed since the rose ceremony. "I wish I was with you today instead of Abigail. We went out to see on a boat so I was stuck with her." you both laughed softly, his thumb moving to rub your hand. You felt so much more at peace with him, letting him know so which made his cheeks heat up. "Going for a swim?" He pointed to your swimsuit, your own "ah" leaving your lips as you said you thought about going for a swim. He chuckled, talking about how you could get sick. "If you get sick then you'll get sent home and I don't want that."

"Really?" you couldn't help but ask him, Guesung nodding as he pulled you closer to him, your chest against his making you look up at him. His arms moved to wrap around you as he smiled down at you, making your breath hitch. He noticed, his hand squeezing your hip as he leaned down to your ear, whispering softly "do you want that, Y/N?" You let your hand slip up his chest, cupping the back of his neck before he could move far away from your side. Even though at first you wanted to, now that you were here with him, you didn't.

You wanted to stay and be with him.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you kissed him, Guesung's hands moving to pick you up via your thighs. He took control as he moved you both up the beach towards the rocks, laying you down on the sand as his tongue moved with yours. Your hand moved into his hair as he moaned, his hands coming to rip away your jacket. He pulled back to remove the bottom of your swimsuit, his hands gripping your thighs as he wrapped them around his waist as he groaned out your name. He leaned down to kiss you once more, your nails digging down his shoulder as his hips moved to meet yours. You pulled back as he continued grinding into your wetness, watching as he paused to grab his clothed dick. "Do you think you're ready for me, beautiful?" he sounded so desperate that it made your head spin, nodding as he pushed down his pants. He stroked himself as he whispered praises about your body, pausing to spit hurriedly onto his dick before pushing into you. "Oh my fucking god you feel too damn good," he moaned, moving to rest his body weight on his forearms as his hips pounded into you. He leaned down to kiss and bite your bottom lip, letting it snap back into place as he listened to you moaning his name, your nails now digging down his back.

His eyes scanned over you as he moved faster, his free hand moving to play with your clit. When your moans get louder, he shuts you up with a kiss, mumbling against your lips "shh, let's not get too loud before someone comes and steals me from you. Unless you want that baby, hmm? Do you want someone to come and take this cock away from you?"

"No, please" you whined, your legs tightening around him as he positioned himself to move deeper into you, his hips moving to grind into you, slowing down so he was moving deeper into you. "I love your dick"

"Oh, you love this dick? Are you going to stay on this show just so I can constantly fuck this pussy?" you nodded, your nails digging into his back as he sped up, inching you closer to your orgasm. He nodded, his eyes leaning back to stare at where you both met, his hips pounding into you once more, making you cum.

You shuddered as he slowed down, his lips kissing around your body as he picked you up, carrying you to one of the outdoor showers. "Gotta clean up my dirty girl." he smiled down at you as the water hit your sandy back, your body tensing around his dick making him moan softly. He held you under the water as he began to fuck up into you, chuckling when you kissed him to keep quiet as the shower was closer to the mansion. You whimpered as he stuffed his face into you, holding you up with one hand as his free hand went to play with your clit as he came. You gasped, coming as well as he bit your shoulder. He gently pulled out, holding you close as he could under the water as he kissed your shoulder.

"Y/N...Let me hold you for a bit longer" you felt your heart warm up once more as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder, rubbing your back. He was so gentle with you, carefully washing the sand off of you as he continued to whisper sweet things to you, making your heart swell. None of your other partners ever made you feel so loved after sex, always just moving away to take care of himself instead of you.

Guesung noticed how you clung to him as you laid deep in your thoughts, pulling back to look at you. He thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. You caught his attention the first time you talked by the sea and you had him ever since. He thought there was no reason to continue doing the show: he already found his soulmate.

When you noticed him staring at you, you apologized, explaining how now of your partners never did this for you after sex. He nodded, placing another kiss on your forehead before saying "well, I'm glad to be your first." You smiled, feeling a surge of confidence from his words. You leaned up to kiss him softly, smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated it. He gently pecked your lips as you both parted for air before he whispered 'god, you're amazing.'

You thanked him once more before slipping from his grasp, drying off with a random towel before putting back on your jacket. He jogged up to you, his hand moving to hold yours as he offered to walk you back to the mansion. You at first declined as you didn't want him to have to walk such a long distance, but he explained that he wanted to, saying that he didn't want to stop being around you. You finally accepted, walking with him as your hands were still intertwined. As you both got to know each other better, you examined Guesung; you hadn't spent so much time with him but yet, he was so sweet and seemed so relaxed with you. He helped you up the hills, squeezing your hand occasionally when you both laughed, how he stopped you from entering the mansion by pulling you in for a hug. In such a short amount of time, you felt so much more love than you ever felt with someone else.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N." He whispered softly, smiling down at you as the porch lights lit up his face. You nodded, sharing the same smile he had with you, watching as he leaned down to kiss you softly

After you both finally separated, you made your way to your room a smile on your face when you were met with Abigail sitting on your bed. You jumped at her appearance, asking why she was still at the house, better yet why she was in your room. She only stared back at you before asking "did you fuck him, you slut?"

You raised an eyebrow at her words, opening the door and telling her to get out which made her scoff. "You did, didn't you?"

"Aren't you supposed to be on the first plane out of here?" you didn't hide the venom in your voice as Abigail stood up, bumping her shoulder with yours as she made her way out before turning around to look at you once more. You couldn't believe this was the fun girl that became your friend when you first walked in; she looked so evil and dissatisfied. "Don't worry, Y/N. He fucked me too and he'll fuck every other girl here. You're nothing more than spare pussy he found." she smiled at your shocked reaction before walking away, leaving you in awe as you slammed the door. You tried to shake the feeling she had made wash over you with her words, walking over to lay down on your bed as you looked outside, where you had just been with him. You couldn't tell if it was jealously riling up in you or disappointment, clinging to the pillow as you snuggled into it. This is how things go on this show, however; he is here to find love and for some people, it takes kissing a few people and maybe sleeping with them. You wondered how many girls he had already done the same tango with. To be honest, it hurt more than anything any of your exes caused.

"Whatever," you mumbled into your pillow as you tried to lull yourself to sleep, trying to not think about the situation or Guesung. If you had it your way, you'd take Abigail's place and head on the first plane home.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Morning came faster than you liked, ushering you to get up. As you brushed your teeth and got ready for the day, you noticed how puffy your eyes now were. You didn't want to admit that you had cried a bit as you slept, but now it was evident from your eyes. You tried to hide your grumpy mood as you joined the remaining women in the kitchen, making yourself a plate of food as everyone happily chatted about the date that was supposed to happen today. "I heard it's going to be so romantic," one girl awwed, making your mood worse. You couldn't help but look around the room and try to pick out a girl he would probably pick, landing on either Tracy or the girl who received the last rose.

After you finished breakfast, a producer came out to usher everyone into the open garden outside, where he would announce the girl he picked for his date. You followed everyone, smiling as Guesung walked up to everyone wearing a short-sleeved white button-up and jeans. Even though you were still grumpy about the night before with Abigail, you couldn't help but smile at him and feel your heart skip once more as he smiled at everyone.

"Good morning. I'm sure everyone has been gossiping about the fun date I have planned but only one can come," he smiled, his eyes scanning the crowd as he pulled out a white rose that he had behind his back, making everyone aww. He looked around for a few seconds, obviously looking for someone specific making your heart clench in anticipation. After a few moments, he made eye contact with you, his smile widening as he began to walk toward you. You tried to hold back your smile as he stood in front of you, handing you the rose. "I'll pick you up in 10, Y/N. Wear something fit for spring." You nodded at his words, smelling the rose as he walked away, a smile on your lips. He chose you out of everyone else. He didn't want anyone else for the date.

He wanted you.

You happily made your way inside, rushing to look through your clothes to pick something that fit the theme before landing on an outfit. You rushed to check yourself before adding some accessories, slipping on your shoes before rushing out to meet him out front. It felt like going on the first date; it feels so fun and light but there are also nerves.

When you met up with Guesung, he picked you up, spinning you around as he kissed you. He placed you back down in front of him, his hands cupping your face before kissing around your face as you laughed. "I've been looking forward to this for so long," he smiled, opening the door for you to get in.

"Me too, Guesung," you carefully got in, Guesung getting in on the other side as the driver drove you both to your date. When you asked him what it was, he shook his head, telling you that it was a surprise. You tried to get him to tell you, Guesung shutting you up with a short kiss, his hand moving to hold yours. "Patience, Y/N. It'll be worth it."

You nodded leaning your head against his shoulder as you both talked about anything and everything, enjoying finally having some time to be alone.

When the car began to slow down you looked outside, gasping at the beautiful field. He got out, helping you as you both made your way toward the picnic blanket he said he had set down. What you didn't expect was a large picnic basket along with some pillows, drinks, and more. When you asked him about it, he only shrugged, chuckling as he had you sit down. "I thought you'd enjoy a more chill date where we're alone. Just the two of us."

Just the two of us.

You layed your head against his shoulder once more as you had done in the car, thanking him as he poured you some water and handed you a sandwich from the basket. You enjoyed the calm scenery, wishing you had your phone with you to take pictures of how unreal it looked. It was an open field as far as the eye could see, the sky filled with light clouds as the wind blew to keep you both cool.

After you both ate and talked more, he picked up a soccer ball he had hidden behind the basket, helping you up. "I don't know how to play," you laughed, Guesung chuckling as he told you he'd teach you. He placed the ball down, having you stand in front of him as he explained the rules to you. His hands stayed on your waist as he explained how to properly kick, your mind flashing back to the night before when he held you under the shower after having sex on the beach. Guesung soon noticed, leaning forward to whisper in your ear "are you paying attention, Y/N?" you jumped, saying that you were as your cheeks began to burn, making him laugh. He explained how to kick once more, watching you as you did before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. You became confident then, asking if he thought you could beat him. He hummed, moving from behind you to stand in front of you, kicking the ball into his hands. "Let's see if you can, Y/N"

You asked what he meant, rushing after him as he kicked the ball farther into the field. You obtained the ball once, Guesung then skillfully took it from you before picking you up, making you laugh about how he was cheating. He smirked playfully, placing you down in front of him before he lovingly kissed you, cupping your face. You smiled into the kiss, Guesung asking what you were smiling at. "You"

The rest of the date went just as amazingly: after teaching you how to play soccer, he led you to a nearby winery so that you guys could do some wine tasting, then took you to a flower shop in the nearby town where you both learned how to make flower bouquets and more. The date went by too fast in your opinion, the sun setting, painting the once blue sky in a gorgeous pink hue as the stars began to peak out. Guesung took off his jacket, placing it on your shoulder as he asked if you were ready for dinner. He walked with you hand in hand to a gorgeous restaurant, your table outside surrounded by other beautiful flowers and candles, the table lit by a single rose like the one in beauty and the beast (which you said you used to watch constantly as a kid).

He sat down with you as you both ordered the food, his hand coming to hold yours immediately after the waiter left with the menus. "I had a really fun time today, Guesung. I haven't had this much fun on a date since, well...never," you played with his fingers, Guesung nodding as he expressed the same feeling. "I don't want this to end, Y/N. Feels like a dream."

You met his eyes for the first time since you both had sat down, noticing how much love he had in them for you. He looked at you like you were the light of his life and were the only thing that kept him going. You couldn't help but kiss his hand, making him blush as he chuckled about how the other girls hadn't ever done that to him.

The other girls?

You suddenly remembered where you were with him, clearing your throat as you let go of his hand. Abigail's words rang in your head as your food was placed on the table, you both eating in silence. Guesung noticed how quiet you had become, asking what was going through your mind. You didn't think about what to say, blurting out "that you probably kissed and did this same sweet shtick with the other girls." As soon as the words left your mouth, you dropped your fork, the silence now between you both no longer comfortable but tense. You couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes, going back to your food.

Guesung cleared his throat, placing his own fork down before his hand came up to tilt your head up so you could meet his eyes, his face serious as he spoke. "I haven't kissed any other girl on this show besides you." You could feel the embarrassment creep in from your words, apologizing to him which he cut off with a kiss, his lips tasting of wine and basil. His thumb rubbed your cheek as he lovingly kissed you, hoping to silence any worries you had about him; about how he felt about you.

He slowly pulled back, smiling softly as you did the same, apologizing once more to him which made him kiss you once more. ''Apologize again and I'm going to lose it.''

You felt some heat rush down your body straight to your core at his voice, nodding before you both finished your meals. When you both were done, he picked up a rose that was on a stand right next to his seat, holding your hand as you stood up, holding the rose to you like he had done earlier in the garden. "If you accept this rose, you can accompany me to the private villa for tonight but, of course, it is all up to you. But, I don't want to let you go and I think you feel the same way." You smiled, accepting the rose.

~~~~~~~~~ The private villa was prettier than the mansion.

The room bedroom had rose petals in the shape of a heart on the bed, and candles lit around the room. You examined the room as Guesung talked to the producers outside, soon joining you afterward. He quietly made his way behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he kissed your shoulder. He kissed his way up your neck, his lips pressing hard against your sweet spot making you moan. You smiled, jokingly apologizing once more for earlier, making him pause. He smirked against your neck, biting your sweet spot as he picked you up, placing you onto the bed, flipping you over to your back. "What did I say would happen if you apologized again?"

You didn't say anything, only tilting your head making him groan. "You're being bad, Y/N." he covered your body with his, your lips meeting his in a heated kiss as he gripped your thighs, moving you up the bed. "Gotta punish you, baby."

You only moaned against his lips as he ground against your wetness, removing your skirt. He picked up your hips, his lips immediately moving down to your stomach as he kissed along your underwear line. "Out here thinking I want anyone else's fucking pussy when I got yours." he moaned, his tongue moving out to lick along the line he had just kissed, ripping off your underwear as he dropped to his knees. You sat up, only for him to push your upper body back down as he placed your thighs onto his shoulders, slowly licking up your slit. "I'm going to have to show you how much I only want you, yeah?" he didn't give you a chance to respond as he began to lick and suck on your clit, moaning softly as your hands gripped his hair. His eyes rolled back at your taste, his tongue moving to lick everywhere in your pussy he could. You arched as he pushed a finger in, gripping the sheets as your hips ground to meet his tongue's rapid movements. He enjoyed the way you moaned his name, pulling back to spit roughly onto your pussy before diving back in, making you get louder. He looked up at you as you came undone, moaning as he cleaned you up before spitting back on your pussy once more.

He stood back to remove his clothes, watching you as you calmed down. As you opened your eyes, you noticed him crawling up the bed to hover over you, the bottom half of his face wet. His free hand slowly made its way back down your body, cupping your pussy, making you whine. "I gotta prepare you for me, baby. Gotta prep this tight pussy for this cock, right?" You nodded, moaning softly as he pushed a finger into you, followed by another one immediately. "How are you still so fucking tight?" he moved his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, leaning down to meet your lips to muffle your loud moans. "You're so loud, Y/N. It's like you want everyone on the staff to hear how good I'm making you feel." His fingers curled as he finished his words, making you moan louder, much to his happiness. "Oh sounds like you would like that, wouldn't you? Want them to come in here with their cameras and take pictures and videos of how slutty you look right now?"

"More, baby please," you didn't know what you wanted, only knowing that you wanted more of this soccer player who was currently three fingers deep in you. He tilted his head at your plea, moving to sit up on his knees and move your head to face his cock, slowly pushing it into your mouth, making him groan loudly. "There you go, baby. There's more for my good girl." You moaned around his length, moving your head as he continued to finger you, your head soon matching the pace of his fingers. He moaned at the sight, curling his fingers as you took him down your throat, his hand moving to grip your hair as he began to fuck your throat and move his fingers faster. "That's my good girl, letting me have my way with her. Don't worry, baby, you'll get a nice reward when you cum for me." His thumb moved to play with your clit, moaning when you moaned around his dick, coming on his fingers. He hurriedly pulled them out, placing them into his mouth as he pulled out from your mouth, watching as a string of saliva and precum left your lips. He rushed down to kiss you, moving you so your legs were on his shoulders.

"You think this pussy is ready for me now, baby?" he asked as he moved his dick up and down your pussy, making you moan as you nodded. He nodded as well as he pushed in, moaning at good you felt as he dug his fingers into your thighs. He paused once he was fully inside of you, but not so you could adjust. He took a minute to catch his breath before he asked "you're mine, right?"

You had to pause at his question, trying to focus as you could feel how he slowly ground against you. He soon repeated his question, this time grinding a bit harder, making you moan loudly. "Yes, yes I'm your's Guesung, fuck."

"I'm yours too, Y/N. I'm all yours. This dick is yours, baby. Don't go to anyone else to get pleasure because I'm right here to give it to you. You don't even have to ask me, just sit on me. If you want it while we're filming, I'll give it to you. You want it during half time during a soccer game, hop the fuck on."

He leaned down, pressing your knees against your breasts as he began to pound into you, moving his hips roughly as he gripped the sheets by your head. "This dick is yours, Y/N. This pussy is mine. I gotta fuck you so your pussy only remembers my cock, only remembers how long and thick it is. Want my imprint in your pussy, baby."

"Guesung, fuck, harder please," you dug your nails into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, his dick hitting your spot. He kissed you messily as the sound of skin slapping filled the room along with messy kissing noises and moans, urging him on as he fucked you harder. His hands moved from the sheets to your hair, gripping it as he fucked you as hard as he could, slamming in and out of you as you came, squirting over him. "Gimmie one more, Y/N, show me that his pussy can take this dick." You saw stars as you came hard, your body arching as he slowed down before pulling out. You felt like you could fall asleep, your eyes closing as he pulled away from your body. Before you could fall asleep, though, he gently tapped your cheek, having you open your eyes to his still-hard dick that was glistening.

"You made a mess on me, baby. You better come clean this up," he smirked as you moved closer to his dick, taking it in your mouth as his hands moved into your hair. He tossed his head back to rest against the headboard, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as you bobbed your head. "That's a good girl, baby. Show me how much you love this dick, your dick." You moaned around him, your hands coming to rest on his muscular thighs as he began to fuck your throat once more. You couldn't help but watch as he came undone; his body shaking, his abs tensing before relaxing, one of his hands leaving your hair before going into his hair. He waited until you swallowed all of his cum, pulling it out of your mouth as you started kissing and biting his thighs. "Don't do that, baby. Gonna make me horny again." You chuckled against one of his thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside, making him moan once more before he quickly leaned down to kiss you.

The room became filled with the sounds of you both making out, heavy breaths, and a feeling of love as you both laid down. As he pulled back to kiss along your shoulder, you thought back to something he had said. "Why did you talk about me having to go somewhere else to get pleasure?"

"Ex cheated on me,'' Guesung moved to hold you close, rubbing your back. "While I was at a game in Brazil, she cheated on me with some random guy."

"Did she also want to take you back and have a foursome?" Guesung paused at your words, pulling back to look at you in shock. "My ex did that." you laughed, explaining to him what happened. He shook his head in shock, pulling a cover over you both. You laid your head onto his chest, closing your eyes as he rubbed your back, comforting you as you told him about your exes, both of you laughing about it.

As you began to fall asleep, he kissed your head, whispering "I love you, Y/N." You pressed a kiss to his chest, mumbling back that you did too before you both fell asleep.

~~~~~

The next few weeks went by fast once you rejoined the others at the villa. Guesung would sneak out to come to see you in between his dates with the other women, all for the sake of the show. You stopped feeling nervous during the rose ceremony as you knew he'd give you one. You honestly thought the show should end early as he already said he only wanted to be with you, both saying I love you to one another whenever possible.

You enjoyed the dates as well, traveling with him and meeting his young nephews and nieces that instantly clung to you. You were, to his parents, already part of his family. You were the one for their son.

When the final rose ceremony came, you put on the wedding dress the staff brought you. The last rose ceremony was where he proposed to whoever he wanted to marry, the last two being you and Tracy. As you made your way to the room you were told to stand in, you noticed Guesung was in Tracy's room. You knew she went first and trusted him, standing in the room as you waited. You hadn't felt nervous in so long but when Guesung entered, you felt them return. You didn't know if he would pick you as the fans were split between cheering for you and Tracy.

He took your hand, his thumb rubbing your hand as he looked up at you, smiling softly. "You look so nervous, Y/N," He chuckled, running his hands up and down to calm you down. "You know how I feel about you. You know I love you, but, let me prove it."

As he sunk to one knee, you felt your eyes well up once more. Every happy emotion you had felt from the whole experience came crashing down as he pulled out an engagement ring. "Y/N, I love you so much. From the moment I saw you by the water then on the red carpet I knew you were the one. You make me feel everything I've ever wanted to feel and more. I hope to make you feel the way I've felt throughout this whole thing for the rest of our life. So, will you allow me to, Y/N? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course."

You could only imagine how happy you looked on TV, your friends and family at home watching live as he slipped the ring onto your finger, picking you up before spinning you around, saying how much he loved you.

And you believed him.

When you both returned back to your lives post the show, you immediately had him meet everyone, who was happy that you found someone you loved and who loved you back (and who wouldn't cheat then ask for a foursome).

"Hungry?"

You snapped out of your daydream as he placed a plate of lasagna in front of you, kissing your temple. When he asked you what you were thinking about, you smiled. "Just thinking about how I won the bachelor." He rolled his eyes, remembering his time on that show and the drama, making you giggle.

#~bambi #cho gue sung imagines #cho gue sung #cho gue sung x reader #cho guesung smut #cho guesung #south korea number 9

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Mahabharat is and will always be my favourite tale to reflect upon and talk to people about. This book was immensely hyped up along with the author. I have now read three of her books. The Last Queen, which admittedly I adored. Then, the Forest Of Enchantments, the book I'd been looking forward to for such a long time. That one left me in a rage.

I went into this book expecting to be pissed off and disappointed. And I wasn't let down on that assumption.

The Palace Of Illusions is a retelling of the great Indian epic-Mahabharata. A tale incorporated so deeply into our hearts that everyone has their own takes and beliefs and opinions about it. I sincerely believe that you cannot write a retelling without angering a number of people. Well, I'm one them.

The writing style:

I didn't have too many issues except i did not get why there were so many rhetorical and philosophical questions? Literal, paragraphs that were nothing but questions.

Draupadi, the enigma, the fire-born, the one person I would fight for as long as there is life in me, why was acting as though she was a little more than a sullen child? In the book that was supposed to be from her point of view, the person, the author did the most injustice with was-Draupadi.

The plot assassination:

As I mentioned above, most of everything in the plot of the epic was butchered and mangled to fit into the author's narrative of women, good-men,bad. It is common knowledge that women's position in society was as downtrodden as depicted here. Don't get me wrong, horrific crimes happened against women and justice was also delivered adequately but the author pulled apart the entire social structure only to be able to say that every bad thing happened to Draupadi was because she is a woman.

~ In the very first chapter, Draupadi said it was egoistic of her father to give her a variation of his own name when her brother, Dhrishtadyumna got an original name. In Vyas Mahabharat, her birth name was Krishnaa but like many people in Hindu beliefs, she was also known as Draupadi, though that is the most commonly used name. So, no points to the author trying to convince everyone that this was sexist.

~ Draupadi was highly educated and trained in many things including economics and she was the one who was in charge of the treasury of Indraprastha. She was a finance minister of sorts. So, saying that King Droupad refused to let her train because she is a woman is stupid.

~Also, I've grown up listening to that Draupadi stepped out of the fire as a young woman. She wasn't a child. Some sources say she was around 16 some say around 25.

~ Are we still stuck about 50 years ago that we're going to be okay with authors portraying that all women in power are evil? Kunti and Draupadi viewed each other as rivals? Draupadi throwing temper tantrums over other women? wtf

~ Draupadi as a pick-me? Half the book Draupadi's internal dialogue is nothing but I don't know how to socialize with other women, they're jealous of each other, they're always giggling, I won't survive the world of women, I can't dance, people don't find me pretty because of my dark complexion(where did white supremacy even came in this conversation) but suddenly out of nowhere Draupadi just knows that every woman is envious of her. She adores the saris and jewellery that she used to find impossible to handle.

~ Maharishi Vyas giving Draupadi Divya drishti to see the battlefield of Kurukshetra came out of nowhere. It felt a forced action done only to show Draupadi's emotions about the deaths.

~ Draupadi harbouring hidden feelings for Karna and him secretly returning those feelings felt like a teenager's fever dream. A teenager who's hellbent on sexualizing everything they come across.

~Bhagvat Gita was witnessed by everyone on kurukshetra including the Virat roop? Again, it felt like a move forced that was done in order to show Draupadi's internal dialogue. How did the author even think she could fit Bhagvat Gita in half a chapter?

~The Pandavas just had no personality whatsoever outside of being obedient to their mother and scared of Draupadi's temper tantrums.

~Krishan ji was told to be this charismatic, carefree, silvertongued diplomat but he was simply shown as someone who randomly showed up and gave unsolicited advice.

~And I don't know what that ending was but you can't be serious telling me that Karna and Draupadi somehow end up together in heaven?

~WHAT WAS THE AUTHOR'S PROBLEM WITH RESEARCHING ABOUT MAHABHARATA???

There was no way the entire plot of Mahabharata could've fit into one book. She tried too but this book sucked. I understand it's a retelling and sometimes had to change but everything here felt so forced. The author broke everything in context to fit into her supposedly feminist ideal. Don't get me wrong, i dislike the Pandavas, the Kauravas and their elders with all my heart but they all had one dimensional personalities. They had caricature-ish depositions. I had no emotions attached to anyone in this book whatsoever. This was a headache.

#the palace of illusions #draupadi #mahabharata #kurukshetra #hinduism #hindublr #desi blog #desi life #desiblr #being desi #desi tumblr #desi tag #desi teen #desi academia #desi dark academia #desi shit posting #arjuna

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for kicking my little brother out after a fight?

yes, the title is catching, so bare with me please.

my family and I (19NB) live like cottage core folks. we have separate sheds here and there that are modified to be tiny houses, whilst there are actually 3 houses placed and modified on our land. I switched many houses to find the most comfortable one, and that I have. Our aunt (M, dunno her age) is visiting us currently, and because we have no proper space for her to sleep, she's sleeping with my mother (R, mid 50s) as her husband (C, late 50s - early 60s) is forced to sleep at my house for the time being. There are many reasons as to why I'm uncomfy with this choice, a lot of them are personal, but one that stands out the most is that I'm uncomfortable with sleeping together with other folks, unless I trust them the most. I took some of my belongings to another house, along with one of the wifi motors we use (we have two) and tried to sleep in a house that my brother (N, 18) occasionally visits to cook his food. The first night was doing fine, until the second night kind of got worse, and where I would be called the asshole.

N has level 3 autism, as I have level 2. he doesn't understand not like change, and so do I. I was invading his space where he should be cooking, yet I try not to get into the middle of his process. he noticed I slept there now and decided to force me to cook for him, and I simply calmly told him he could do it himself. that part, I know he can understand, but he chooses not to do so for some benign reason. after trying to bother me several times, he decided to grab my stuff and use them without my knowledge, which quickly made me furious and aggressively told him to get back to whatever he's doing. that wasn't the right thing to do, admittedly, which resulted to throwing a Yeti stainless cup at my head and computer. that was where I drew the line entirely and have forcefully kicked him out of the house where he was cooking, all because he wanted to be rude and abusive towards me.

I called C to handle him momentarily as N was beating on the windows and yelling bloody murder, we were lucky that we didn't live in an urban neighborhood. C accused me for starting all of it when I calmly explained what was happening, and he kindly took it and left me be. on the other hand, R barged in and yelled at me for 1. taking the wifi motor to another house and 2. kicking N out. I was already exhausted and told her the same thing that happened, yet she refused to listen and still has blamed me for the troubles that happened. I told her why I was here, that was not relevant for her at all. I told her I needed space and a place to sleep since the other houses were not best suited for me, that was not relevant either as she looked at me stupid since her two options were let C sleep in her house with M and have R sleep in her car, or have C sleep at my house whilst M and R continue their shenanigans late at night.

not that this is too relevant, but to add damage to the situation is that this has been an occurring thing with how R treats N and I, with no little respect or freedom at all. every boundary that has been established has been either bent far beyond repair or blatantly crossed and ignored selfishly. This is not the first time she's acted this way towards us, and will probably never be her last. Instead of working through the situations that are brought up, she refuses to take accountability and let everything fall into her own hands, which never really works out at the end for everyone.

After the argument, I slept at an old house that was completely trashed, absolutely stunk, and did not feel comfortable at all. I do not have enough spoons to handle this on my own, and I refuse to help my family through the mess to avoid unnecessary consulting and other comments.

I will admit fault about not thinking through this situation, but I still need an opinion on this.

AITA for kicking my brother out for throwing a cup at my head? AITA for trying to find a place to sleep peacefully at my own comfort place?

(paws, in case something happens)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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frozenjokes · 2 months

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hOtgUy drops by to pick up his visor, and Cub viscerally regrets not googling his name before then (1/2)

Tuesday was a big stocking day for the little shop where Cub worked, and easily his busiest of the week as he managed most of the stock, keeping track of what they had, sorting things, generally doing anything that kept him off the sales floor. The type of people shopping in a place like this tended to have fragile egos, and Cub, despite his previous best efforts, did not have a delicate touch. Self proclaimed superheroes would happily get into fights, suffer massive injuries, and generally engage in borderline suicidal behavior in the pursuit of a thrill, but say they have a big head one time, and you find out who the most sensitive members of society really are. (And she did have a big head, literally and metaphorically, it wasn’t Cub’s fault they didn’t have a helmet that fit.)

You could say he and his manager occasionally butted heads after incidents like these, disagreeing especially on how the aftermath was handled (admittedly, never well on Cub’s part, but he struggled to mask under pressure), but there was nothing either of them could do about it besides stick Cub in the back where no one could see him and pretend to like each other. She couldn’t fire him; a higher up was a family friend, and they knew Cub needed the help, and Cub couldn’t quit, because, again, money was always an issue, so the two of them just had to suck it up and deal. In the end though, it wasn’t a bad gig, not when he didn’t have to speak to people most of the time. It would just be a little nicer if his manager wasn’t always convinced he was doing a shit job.

Cub had been excited this morning for that to change, though in the flurry of handling supplies and dealing with deliveries, and having to micromanage everything, he had forgotten HotGuy was coming. The trucks had been late today, as well as a few other issues Cub had been dealing with, so he was still outside around noon, and coming back in to hear HotGuy’s voice was quite the scare. Mostly because he was so loud.

“-Oh yes! Positively delightful, knew exactly what the problem was and assured me you all would have exactly what I’m looking for. You know, I don’t often take a look around the smaller stores for the things I need; a lot of my equipment is custom made, but this place is just adorable, seriously, adorable. I’m so lucky Cub and I ran into each other! Is he here? Could I speak with him?”

His manager was clearly flustered, reasonable given that bigger names like HotGuy never stopped by smaller shops like this. It was cheaper, sure, but the quality wasn’t always there, and if you can afford the better stuff, you might as well spend the money.

“Thank you-” she finally said, “I’m sure I can get you what you need right here though, just a replacement for the visor screen, right?”

“Oh, that’s alright! Cub said he’d have it ready for me.”

Cub heard the strain in his manager’s voice, and it was quite clear the last thing she wanted was for Cub to say something rude or scare this high value customer away in some other creative way, “Cub’s very busy right now in the back, we get new stock on Tuesdays and he usually handles most of the-”

“I can wait!” HotGuy announced proudly, and Cub cringed from his place in the back. He couldn’t see his manager, but he could practically hear the strain in the silence, probably split 50/50 between bafflement that HotGuy was going to wait to be served and fear that he wanted Cub to be the person to serve him.

Probably fair, because when Cub finally poked his head out from the back, he was not ready for HotGuy to have no legs. The wheelchair itself was a sight; heavily customized to HotGuy’s colors but also full of stickers and even advertisements on the sides. Was- were those kitchen knives duct taped to the handles-? HotGuy himself was dressed in his usual costume, still wearing the cracked visor, but he had plain black sweatpants on as well, almost jarring in comparison to the rest of his intricate costume, though, more jarring was the fact there was nothing in the pant legs.

“Cub!” his manager hissed, not subtle at all, but maybe that was warranted given that his staring was just as conspicuous.

Cub jumped, scrambling to explain himself in a flurry of thoughts and stutters, but he and panic did not mix well, the resulting defensive coming out as, “He had legs yesterday-“ which was definitely one of the worst things that could have come out of his mouth, so he excused himself immediately. If he could escape out the back door fast enough, a stray truck might take pity on his plight and run him over. His manager broke the stunned silence, apologizing profusely, but she was completely drowned out by HotGuy’s laugh, an impossibly loud, barking thing. He said something, but Cub didn’t hear it or his manager’s response, though he did hear their shuffling and then- wheels? Was that the wheelchair?

“Cub?” Whatever Cub was expecting next, it was not HotGuy’s face poking in through the doorway. Probably much worse than his imagined worst case scenario, and Cub had to fight the urge to get up and run.

“Hi,” he managed instead, then, after the voices of literally everyone he knew started yelling in his head, he continued with a meek, “Sorry.” ‘That’s not genuine,’ something sneered, a mangled conglomerate of many voices, school teachers, old friends, parents- ‘Again, and mean it this time.’ “I’m really. Sorry.” Cub tried again, but it still wasn’t right, it still wasn’t human-

“It’s fine, I don’t care,” HotGuy said, far better at sounding like he meant it, “Nothing I haven’t heard before, though, usually that particular comment comes from kids,” Scar laughed, but seemed to realize pretty quickly that Cub did not find it very funny. Cub didn’t even want to know what his face was doing right now.

“I’m sorry.” That sounded better.

But HotGuy only cocked his head, something like concern dancing behind his eyes, though, it was hard to tell behind the visor. Cub didn’t even know what color they were. “Can I come in?” He sounded friendly. Cub’s voice didn’t seem to be working anymore, so he just nodded, miserable. HotGuy wasted no time doing just that, though he struggled a bit with the mess, another entirely mortifying thing to have to watch. Cub should get up. Do something about it. He didn’t, though.

“One of my prosthetics got damaged yesterday after we parted ways. CuteGuy wasn’t happy with me still, and he let me know it. The equipment is sturdy, obviously, it has to be, but there’s a lot of moving parts, and because I’m so active, maintenance has to be performed relatively often. Since one needs fixing up, might as well make sure the other is in tip top shape, yeah?” HotGuy was quiet for a moment, but Cub still couldn’t say anything, so the hero continued, looking curious, “Did you not know? That I’m an amputee?”

Cub opened his mouth to answer, but that just wasn’t going to happen, so he shook his head instead, embarrassment building. HotGuy looked entirely fascinated by that information, and there was some kind of odd open mouthed half-smile on his face, but Cub for the life of him could not tell what HotGuy was thinking. Luckily, the other wasn’t exactly trying to keep it a secret.

“I think I’m impressed. I also think I need to model with my wheelchair more. Goodness.” HotGuy stopped, plucking his phone from his pocket and looking something up, “No, that’s like- when you google me, that’s like the first thing that every website says about me! It’s what I’m known for- how-?” Cub cringed, but HotGuy didn’t seem to notice, shooting up in his chair.. Excited..? “You don’t even know how it happened! I bet you have no idea! Oh, I haven’t gotten to tell that story to anyone who didn’t already know in ages and- well, before when I told people the wounds were a little more raw if you catch my drift. Far more unpleasant- Oh!”

HotGuy was off in his own little world, and very clearly didn’t notice Cub flinch at the sudden noise. Honestly, Cub couldn’t even tell if he was looking at him.

“I’ll tell you at lunch! You’ll come to lunch with me, won’t you?”

Cub struggled to do much more than gape and gesture uselessly, and he wasn’t entirely sure if HotGuy understood what was happening, but he definitely recognized there was a problem, brows furrowed in concentrated thought. Finally, he clicked his tongue.

“I’ll give you the address! I’ll write it down,” HotGuy pulled a small notebook out of his pocket, humming to himself, before lighting back up, “And my number! Just in case you can’t make it. Or don’t want to come. You don’t have to come. But I really want you to! If you don’t come though you should text me. You don’t have to text me. But I’d really like if you texted me. Or call me! You don't have to call me. How does 1:00 sound?”

Cub stared, which apparently HotGuy took as a resounding yes, as he continued writing, just about as happy as can be. He tore the page out of his notepad then set it on Cub’s desk, patting it a couple times before turning right around with an enthusiastic wave, “Byeee!”

Cub scrambled to his feet, opening his mouth to say literally anything, but speech still wasn’t working out for him, and HotGuy was practically already out the front door. His manager was similarly speechless, but more in the normal way rather than the Cub way, so baffled, she wasn’t even wearing her signature customer service smile.

“Are you okay?” she surprised him with that, her tone far more gentle than he had expected, especially after a complete disaster. But she did look worried, and now that he thought a little harder about it, he had to guess he wasn’t looking so great. But Cub couldn’t say as much, so instead he ducked into the back room, returning with the note HotGuy had left for him.

Her eyes widened as she read it, complete disbelief evident in every feature on her face. Cub wasn’t sure why she was so surprised, he had no doubt she heard every word HotGuy said to him, but regardless, she returned the note, near silent.

“You should go.” She must have seen the distaste on Cub’s face before he even knew it was there, shaking her head, “You have to go. This- Cub! That’s HotGuy!” This was not in the least bit convincing, but his manager was a bit too distracted to notice. Honestly, he didn’t mind all that much. It was a little nice to be talked to like a friend. “Go, go on, rest up. Take as much time as you need, but if you don’t make it by 1:00 you’d better text him. Then tell me everything. He likes you, Cub!”

He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, so he simply didn’t.

Cub sighed through his nose as he turned around, fully intending on taking that break, but not on going to lunch. Lunch with a random famous guy was the last thing he wanted right now- god, and he’d kill for a nap. He frowned, but stopped short when he saw his desk, or rather, the little package on top of his desk. The visor screen- damn it.

It was HotGuy’s fault he had forgotten about it, but maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was Cub’s fault for making a complete fool of himself- HotGuy must have felt obligated to comfort him, surely. Embarrassing. Mortifying, even. If Cub never had to face the world again, it would be too soon.. But it would probably be responsible of him to actually give HotGuy the visor he came for in the first place. A proper apology.

He sat with a huff, eyeing the note with a creased frown. Yup, there was the name and address of the place HotGuy wanted to meet him, his number, and-

Cub dropped the little sheet of paper, then nearly fell out of his chair trying to catch it.

‘And HotGuy is a little much as far as names go, so please, call me Scar.’

#hermitcraft #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #cubfan #hermitfic #hermitshipping #not in this part much but in the next one #convex #cubscar #hotguy

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